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ROBERT DOHERTY
AREA 51

EXCALIBUR

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CHAPTER 1 : The Past
THE SOLAR SYSTEM 2528 B.C.

The starship used a slingshot maneuver around the star to decelerate from
interstellar speed. It was a small ship, a scout, and as the craft slowed,
its

sensors aligned on the signal that had diverted it to this system from its
centuries-long patrol. The nose of the ship turned toward the third planet
out
as the data was analyzed. The signal was strange_a passive one, a uniform
reflection of light rays from the system's star off something on the planet's
surface, but there was little doubt the unusual effect was contrived by
intelligence.
Searching out, analyzing, and then eventually reporting back concerning any
intelligent life was the ship's mission. The nature of the species that
crewed
it was to find, infiltrate, consume, and ultimately destroy any intelligent
life
not like it.
Having picked up no active scanning in the solar system or signs of advanced
weaponry, the ship emitted an energy pulse as it sent a spectrum of scanning
signals toward the third planet to determine the source of the crude signal.
Unknown to the crew, the pulse was noted by passive sensors as it penetrated
the
atmosphere and reached the surface of the planet. A sophisticated computer,
operating on low-power mode, intercepted the pulse, analyzed it, and
projected
possible courses of action in a matter of moments. In low-power mode the
options
were limited and the course of action was quickly selected.

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THE GIZA PLATEAU 2528 B.C.

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The Great Sphinx glowered at the morning sun, while behind its left shoulder
the
smooth limestone sheathing covering the newly constructed Great Pyramid of
Giza
caught the rays of light and uniformly reflected them into the sky. At the
very
top of the five-hundred-foot-high pyramid, a blood-red capstone, twenty feet
tall, glistened, an alien crown to the greatest structure ever built by human
hands. The massive structure stood alone on the stone plateau, towering over
the
surrounding countryside, the nearby Nile, and the Sphinx complex.
The painted face of the Sphinx was sixty feet above the ground. From the
front
paws to the rear, it was over two hundred feet in length. It was set low in a
depression in the Giza Plateau, stone walls surrounding it. To the east, in
the
direction of the Nile, were Khufu's Temple and the Temple of the Sphinx,
where
both Pharaoh and stone creature could be worshipped. A covered ramp led from
the
right rear of the Sphinx to the Temple at the base of the pyramid. While the
pyramid was new, the surface of the Sphinx was scored by weather, having been
there since the beginning of Egypt in the time when the Gods had ruled over
seven thousand years earlier.
Between the paws of the Great Sphinx stood the Pharaoh Khufu, under whose
leadership the Egyptians had labored for over twenty years moving stone after
stone to build the Great Pyramid. The Pharaoh prostrated himself in front of
a
statue set before the creature's stone chest. The statue was three meters
tall
and roughly man-shaped with polished white skin. The dimensions weren't quite
right_the body was too short and the limbs were too long. The ears had
elongated
lobes that reached to just above the shoulders and there


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were two gleaming red stones in place of eyes. On top of the head, the stone
representing hair was painted bright red. Even more strangely for the astute
observer, each hand ended in six fingers. The statue's appearance was in
great
contrast to Khufu's dark skin and hair and human proportions.
The Sphinx had been squatting in its stone depression for ages, beyond the
dawn
of the time of Pharaohs. Only a handful of those alive knew why it had been

built or what it marked. For all but a chosen few it was forbidden to come to
the area between the paws in front of Isis's statue.
Khufu had succeeded his father when he was just out of his teens and he was
now
middle-aged. He had ruled for almost three decades and Egypt was at peace
with
those outside its borders and rich within its own boundaries. The peace and
wealth had allowed Khufu to implement the building plan for Giza that had
been
passed from the Gods, to the Shadows, to the Pharaohs over the three ages.
The vast quantity of stone needed for the pyramid had been quarried upriver
and

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brought down by barge. Thousands had labored seasonally on it, moving the
stone
from the barges and placing each block in its position under the careful eye
of
engineer priests who worked from the holy plans that had been handed down.
The red capstone had been brought up from the bowels of the Giza Plateau,
from
one of the duats (underground chambers) along the tunneled Roads of Rostau
where
only the Gods and their priests were allowed to walk. No one knew what
exactly
it was, but they had followed the drawings they had been given to the last
detail, from the smooth limestone facing to placing the red object as the
capstone at the very top.
In the Pharaoh's left hand as he prostrated himself was a scepter, a foot
long
and two inches in diameter with a lion's head on one end. The lion image had
red
eyes similar to that

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of the statue, but these glowed fiercely as if lit from within. Khufu had
been
awakened just minutes ago by his senior priest, Asim. The staff had been in
the
trembling man's hand, the lion eyes glowing. He had passed it to the Pharaoh.
Khufu had thrown on a robe and dashed from his palace to his place before the
Sphinx, as he had been told by his father he must do if the staff ever came
alive. He was now chanting the prayers he had been taught. The statue was of
Horus, the son of Isis and Osiris, the Gods who had founded Egypt at the dawn
of
time and ruled during the First Age. According to what Khufu had been told by
his father and the priests, in the First Age, the Gods had ruled for many
years
before passing leadership on to Shadows of themselves, the followers of
Horus,
during the Second Age. Then even the Shadows had passed the mantle on to men,
and the first Pharaohs took command of the Middle Kingdom of the Third Age.
Asim was the only other person in the area. He was the senior priest of the
Cult
of Isis and garbed in a red robe. The priest's right arm was withered and
deformed where muscles and tendons had been sliced when he was a child. Where
his left eye had been, there was an empty socket, the skin around it charred
and
scarred from the red-hot poker that had taken out the eyeball. Both ankles
and
calves were carefully bound to allow the priest to move as the tendons in his
legs had also been partially severed when he was a child. He could not run or
even walk quickly. The priest had also been castrated before puberty.
The mutilation was what was required of the head priest of the Cult and Khufu
and Asim knew there was a method to the madness. The idea was to make Asim's
life so miserable that while he would be able to perform his duties, he would
not desire to live a long life and thus not hunger for the source of
immortality_the Grail_that was said to be located somewhere below them,
beyond
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bowed his head. The scepter that Asim had brought Khufu was the key to the
Roads
of Rostau, the underground passageways that ran beneath their feet, and Asim
and
his followers were the only ones who had ever walked those roads.

Around Asim's neck was a medallion with an eye carved in the middle, a symbol
of
his office. The priesthood he was part of traced its lineage back many, many
years, to the time even before the First Age of Egypt when the people lived
in
the center of the Great Sea beyond the Middle Sea into which the Nile
emptied,
in the lands of the Gods, before they were cast out and that land destroyed.
The
priest stood five paces behind the Pharaoh, muttering his own prayers rapidly
in
the old tongue that only the priests still knew, his anxiety obvious.
The quick prayers done, Khufu stood and glanced at Asim. The priest nodded.
Khufu placed the staff against an indentation in the pedestal on which the
statue stood. The carving had the exact same shape as the staff.
The pedestal shimmered, then the scepter was absorbed into it. The surface of
the stone slid down, revealing a six-foot-high opening. The passageway beyond
was dimly lit from recesses in the ceiling, although the Pharaoh couldn't see
the source of the strange light. Khufu hesitated, then reluctantly entered
the
tunnel, the priest following, moving quickly despite his crippled gait. The
stone slid shut behind them.
Khufu hurried down the tunnel. The stone walls were cut smoothly, better than
even his most skilled artisan could produce, but the Pharaoh, his heart
beating
furiously in his chest, had no time to admire the handiwork. He ruled supreme
from the second cataracts of the Nile far to the south to the Middle Sea to
the
north, and many countries beyond those borders paid tribute, but here, on the
Roads of Rostau, inside the

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Giza Plateau, he knew he was just an errand boy to the Gods. His father had
never been down there, nor had his father's father or anyone in his line. It
had
always been a possibility fraught with both danger and opportunity.
The priest had not said a word since handing Khufu the scepter, as was law in
Egypt_no one spoke until the Pharaoh addressed them.
"Asim."
"Yes, lord?"
"What awaits us?" Khufu didn't stop as he spoke, heading deeper into the
Earth,
his slippers making a slight hissing noise as they passed over the smooth
stone.
Asim's voice was harsh and low. "These are the Roads of Rostau, built by the
Gods themselves in the First Age, before the rule of the Shadows of the Gods,
and before the rule of Pharaoh. It is written there are six duats down here.
I
would say, lord, that we are going to one of those."
"You have not been in all these duats?"

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"No, my lord. I have only gone where my duties have required me to."
Khufu suppressed the wave of irritation he felt with priests and their
mysterious ways. "And in the duat we go to now?"
"That, my lord, is unknown, as I have not been to this one. The Hall of
Records
is said to be in one of the duats_the history of the time before the history
we
have recorded. This was the time when the Gods ruled beyond the horizon,
before
even the First Age of Egypt. The Old Kingdom of the Gods beyond the Great
Sea."
Khufu wasn't interested in history or the Gods but the future. "It is said
there
is also a hall that holds the Grail, which contains the gift of eternal
life."
Asim nodded. "That is so, my lord."
"But you don't think that is where we are headed?"

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"It is possible, my lord. It has been passed down that we will be given the
Grail when the Gods come again and we will join them. Perhaps by building the

Great Pyramid and finally at long last completing the plan handed down from
the
First Age we have earned the honor of the Gods. However, I have not yet laid
eyes upon the Hall of Records or the Grail."
"Maybe you haven't been looking closely enough," Khufu muttered. Building the
pyramid had certainly been a feat worthy of some reward from the Gods, he
mused.
Even with the Gods' drawings, his engineer priests had been fearful they
could
not do it. Others had tried on a smaller scale in other places, testing the
design, and none had succeeded, such as the one that had collapsed on itself
at
Saqqara. Using the practical knowledge learned from those attempts over the
centuries and the Gods' plan, Khufu had felt confident he could succeed_and
he
had.
They reached a junction. The path to the right was level. To the other side,
the
path curved left and down. Khufu had been taught the directions even though,
as
far as he knew, no one in his line of Pharaohs had ever actually been down
there. The Pharaohs ruled above, but the Gods ruled there.
He turned left. It was cool in the tunnel but Khufu was sweating. He who had
watched ten thousand put to death in one day on his orders after a battle. He
who held absolute rule over the lives of his people felt fear for the first
time
in his life. But burning through the fear was hope, for he kept reminding
himself what his father had told him_that inside the Roads of Rostau, hidden
under the Earth, there was indeed the key to immortality, the golden Grail of
the Gods that had been promised. And that there would be a day when the Gods
would grant that to the chosen. Despite Asim's pessimism, was today the day,
and
was he the chosen one? After all, as Asim had noted, he had completed the
Great
Pyramid that season after twenty years of labor, a

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marvel indeed, exactly according to the plans left behind by the Gods. And he
had put the red capstone up there, a thing that had come out of one of the
duats
down here, dragged to the surface by Asim and his priests under the cover of
darkness.
The tunnel ended at a stone wall. Asim used the medallion around his neck,
placing it against a slight depression in the center of the stone. The
outline
of a door appeared, then the rock slid up. Asim stepped aside and motioned
for
the Pharaoh to enter. Khufu stepped through, into a small, circular cavern,
about twenty feet wide. In the very center was a tall, narrow red crystal,
three
feet high and six inches in diameter, the multifaceted surface glinting. Set
in
the top of the crystal was the handle of a sword. Khufu walked forward, drawn
irresistibly toward the crystal. Asim was at his side now. An ornate sheath
could be seen buried deep inside the crystal. The Pharaoh had never seen such
crystal or metal worked so finely.

"It is called Excalibur," Asim said. "Take hold of the sword, my Pharaoh.
Remove
it from the crystal."
Khufu reached down and grabbed the handle of the sword. The sword, still
covered
by the sheath, slid smoothly out of the crystal.
"Now free the blade, my lord."
Khufu hesitated. "Why?"
"My Pharaoh, it will free the red capstone we just put on top of the pyramid
to
act outside of itself."
"That makes no sense. What can the capstone do?"
"I am telling you only what I was instructed, my lord. It is important."
Khufu began to draw back the blade. A shock coursed out of the handle through
his hand and into his body as he pulled it out of the sheath.
Khufu staggered back as a golden glow filled the entire

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chamber. Khufu blinked as the smoothly cut walls flickered and came to life.
A
flurry of images flashed across them, so quickly he could barely note them: a
massive golden palace that dwarfed the pyramid he had just built set on a
hill
above a beautiful city of white stone surrounded by seven moats of water; a
wave-battered island with three volcanic mountains in each corner sitting
alone
in an endless ocean; a rocky uninhabited desert with mountains surrounding a
dry
lake bed; a desolate land swept by snow and ice; a strange land where the
sand
was red and a massive mountain dominated the horizon, and other images
flashing
by faster and faster so that he lost track. In some manner, he felt a

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connection
to all those places.
Suddenly the walls went black, then a new image appeared, of a field of
stars,
so many Khufu could not even begin to count, and the stars were moving
rapidly,
wheeling across the walls.
Then blank again, before revealing a view of the surface above but from a
perspective he didn't recognize at first. He could see the Sphinx and the
Nile
beyond as if from a great height and he then realized that in some manner,
the
walls in this deep cavern were reflecting the view from the top of the Great
Pyramid. He was surprised to see that the red capstone was now glowing as if
lit
from within.

He started as a seven-foot-high red line appeared between him and the vision
on
the walls. The line wavered, then widened until a figure appeared, a twin to
the
statue above. Yet Khufu could see through the figure, to the display on the
wall.
He was trying to take all this in when the figure began speaking. The speech
was
singsong, in a language the Pharaoh had never heard.
"Do you understand the words?" he asked Asim, his voice a whisper as if the
image could hear.

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"It is the language of the Gods, my lord. I was taught as much of the
language
as has been passed down and remembered among the high priests."
Khufu waited impatiently for the priest to translate.
"It was hoped the Great Pyramid would bring more of the Gods," Asim finally
said, his head cocked to one side, his single eye closed as he listened
closely
and tried to understand. "That was the design." Asim's thin tongue snaked
around
his lips as he listened further. "It has not worked that way. Instead an
enemy
comes." Asim's good arm slowly raised until it pointed upward. "From the sky
above."
Khufu looked at the ceiling of the chamber. He could see the sky displayed.
It
was clear, not a cloud or bird visible.
"What kind of enemy?" Khufu asked, but Asim was again listening and didn't
respond right away.
"The Ancient Enemy of the Gods," Asim finally said. "The killer of all life.
The
enemy with the patience of"_ Asim shook his head_"I know not the word, but
something like the patience of a stone, infinite. And the specific word for
the
enemy, the closest I can come to is when the locusts gather_a Swarm."
Khufu had seen swarms of locusts so thick they made day into night passing
overhead. When they alighted in a field, they stripped it bare within
minutes.
He tried to imagine a Swarm that could be a threat to the Gods but could not

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conceive of it. The vision continued speaking, the sound almost like that of
a
bird, Khufu thought.
'The capstone_what it calls the Master Guardian_will stop the Ancient Enemy,"
Asim finally said as the vision ceased speaking. "Excalibur controls the
power
to the Guardian. While the sword is inside the sheath the Master Guardian
cannot
work. You have freed it and thus the Master Guardian has power. The Master
Guardian can now take action against the Ancient Enemy."

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Khufu turned to the priest. "How will this Master Guardian do this? What
Ancient
Enemy?"
Asim was looking up. He pointed at the display on the roof of the cavern that
showed the sky above the pyramid. "That enemy, my lord."
Khufu looked up and blinked. There was a dark spot high in the sky, rapidly
growing larger. As it descended it began to take shape and Khufu felt his
stomach knot and twist with fear. It was a large black flying spider_that was
the only thing he could think. Eight legs, spread wide around a central,
round
body. And large_how big he had no idea, but its shadow was now covering the
top
of the pyramid.
"How will the Guardian fight this?" Khufu whispered.
"You have given it power by removing Excalibur from the sheath," Asim
repeated.
"Watch the power of the Gods, my lord."
Khufu wanted to strangle the priest. He could not tear his eyes from the
rapidly
approaching monster. Suddenly a golden orb of power streaked upward from the
Master Guardian toward the object and hit it. The spider jerked sideways.
Khufu
kept his eyes on it and a second golden orb raced into the sky and struck the
enemy. Bright red flames burst out of the side of the flying spider and it
jerked once more, now going upward, trying to escape.
A third golden orb hit it and enveloped the entire object. It was still going
higher and higher, edging toward the west. Khufu staggered back as there was
a
blinding explosion. When he looked up, the sky was clear.
The golden glow inside the chamber decreased and Khufu almost collapsed,
feeling
drained. The Pharaoh started as the image began speaking again.
"We are safe for now," Asim translated. "But"_he paused as he translated, eye
closed_"it is not safe."
"What isn't safe?" Khufu demanded.

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"The Great Pyramid. The Master Guardian. The pyramid did not work as
intended.
It summoned the Ancient Enemy and not the Gods of old. If the Ancient Enemy
came
once, it can come again. What drew it here must be destroyed."
The figure chimed on for a minute and Asim remained silent, until the figure

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stopped speaking, coalesced into a thin red line, then disappeared.
Asim opened his eye. "I have been told what is to be done. Put the blade back
in
the sheath, my Pharaoh."
Khufu slid the blade into the scabbard.
"Come, my lord." Asim was hobbling toward the tunnel. "There is much to do."
So stunned was the Pharaoh by the recent events that he didn't even question
being ordered about by the priest. He simply followed him out of the chamber,
the covered sword in his hands.
Wreckage from the scout ship tumbled toward the empty desert west of Giza.
Among
the debris was a black pod, approximately fifteen feet across, the metal
surface
unmarred by the explosion. As the pod approached the surface of the planet,
its

terminal velocity began to slow as some internal mechanism interacted with
the
planet's electromagnetic field. Still, it was moving so fast the outer
surface
gave off heat, glowing in the sky like a falling star. Despite slowing, the
pod
hit a dune with enough velocity to plow deep into the sand. It was completely
covered when the pod came to rest, submerged twenty feet in the desert.
An hour after the crash, a camel rider approached. A Libyan who was heading
toward Cairo to do some trading, he'd seen the falling star from his caravan
ten
miles to the south. Leaving his son in charge, he'd ridden in the direction
the
object had fallen, curiosity pulling him across the sand.
He'd already passed places where it was obvious objects

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from the sky had impacted in the desert, but whatever had hit, they were
deeply
buried under the sand. He approached a sixty-foot-high sand dune and noted
the
disturbed surface near the top indicating another impact. The Libyan halted
his
camel at the base of the dune and dismounted. His robe flapped in a stiff
breeze
and all but his eyes was covered with cloth wrapped around his head.
The Libyan paused, his head swinging back and forth as he looked about. He
had
the sense of being followed, but his eyes detected no sign of another person.
He'd had the feeling for a while, but there was no evidence to support the
instinct.
He cocked his head as he heard a sound. A grinding noise. Then nothing but
the
wind for several moments. He took several steps closer to the dune where the
sound had seemed to come from. Then he heard something different. Almost a
slithering sound. He took half a step back, then paused. There was something
inside the dune. Of that there was no doubt in his mind. He looked left and
right but there was no movement. He could feel the heat of the sun on his
shoulders but a cold chill passed through his body. The Libyan drew a curved
sword from his belt. The noise was getting louder.
Mustering his courage, the Libyan took several steps forward until he was at
the

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base of the dune. The sound was very close now. The Libyan jabbed the point
of
his sword into the dune, the blade easily spearing the sand. He did it again
and
then again.
He pulled the blade back and cocked his head. Nothing.
The tentacles came out of the sand underneath his feet, wrapping around his
legs. He was pulled under, desperately trying to slash and stab with his
sword
at whatever was below him. His scream was cut off as he disappeared under the
sand. His camel bolted off into the desert, desperate to get away.
Then all was still.

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A quarter mile away, on the far side of a dune, two dark eyes had watched the
encounter. The possessor of the eyes waited a few moments, staring at the
spot
where the Libyan had disappeared, then he slowly slid down the side of the
dune
to his waiting camel. He headed back the way he had come, toward Giza. The
sun
glinted off a large ring set on the man's right hand, highlighting the eye
symbol etched on its surface. The hand the ring was on held the camel's
halter,
but it was shaking so badly from fright, that he had to let go and allow the
camel to make its own way home.
It was the middle of the night and by order of the great Pharaoh Khufu no one
was allowed outdoors in sight of the Giza Plateau except himself and his high
priest Asim. Given the strange apparition the previous day of the flying
"spider," no citizens tried to resist the command. Khufu and Asim stood on
the

roof of the temple at the base of the pyramid. The night sky was clear. The
red
capstone no longer glowed as if lit from within as Khufu had Excalibur inside
the scabbard now strapped to his own sword belt.
Khufu could still see in his mind's eye the black spider that had come down
from
the sky. He did not understand what it was, but there was no doubt in him
that
it was a danger. Whatever entity controlled such a flying creature and was
capable of fighting the Gods was indeed something to be feared.
"What are we waiting for?"
"When the sword is in the sheath, the"_Asim searched for the right words_
"Chariots of the Gods cannot approach the capstone. You must take the blade
out
once more."
Khufu drew the weapon. He watched as the capstone glowed once more.
Asim continued. "Since you have removed the sword, the capstone can be
approached."
"By who? What Chariot of the Gods?"

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"There, lord." Asim was pointing to the north.
Something was approaching through the sky. Khufu started, and then realized
it

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wasn't another air-spider. This object was shaped like an inverted dish and
golden, reminding him of the glow that had surrounded him in the chamber far
below during the day.
"The Chariot of the Gods," Asim whispered.
The object passed by overhead and hovered above the very top of the pyramid,
five hundred feet above their heads. A glow extended down from the disk and
surrounded the red Master Guardian. The Guardian was twenty feet high at the
base and had been brought out of the Earth below by Asim and other priests,
following instructions as handed down through the ages. It had been
laboriously
dragged to the top just the previous week to complete the pyramid by being
dragged up the scaffolding that had been wrapped around the edifice. Although
larger than blocks used in the structure, Khufu knew it was lighter because
of
the number of men needed to pull it, indicating that it was not solid. No one
knew what it was made of, as the red surface had seemed to shimmer, and men
feared to touch it.
Khufu started as the Master Guardian separated from the pyramid, lifting into
the air as if by magic. The golden object, with the Guardian in tow, began
withdrawing in the direction it had come from, to the north. Khufu watched
until
it disappeared into the night sky, then he turned to Asim.
"Where does it go?"
"To a secure place, my lord. Separate from the key."
"Why separate the two?"
"The Master Guardian will be more secure if the key is not with it." Asim
absently rubbed his empty eye socket. 'The sword you hold was once wielded by
the greatest of the Gods. With it he controlled the Master Guardian, and in
turn
his entire domain."

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Khufu looked at the smooth blade. He had never seen such fine metal. "It is a
great weapon, then."
"It is," Asim said. "Especially as it controls the power for the Master
Guardian. It allows whoever has the sword to be very powerful." "And now?"

"Have your troops scoured the desert for the spider creature, my lord?"

"They have found no sign of the sky monster, but have apprehended all the
people
they found to the west."
Asim nodded. "The prisoners must be part of what we do in the morning."
"And?" Khufu pressed.
"My lord, tomorrow we must complete the undoing of what our people have
worked
so hard to do over the past twenty years." He pointed. "The facing of the
pyramid must be removed." "Why?"
"It sent out a signal, my lord, but it did not bring the Gods as hoped, but
their enemy."
Khufu knew the pyramid could be seen far away, and he imagined that if one
could
be in the sky as the spider creature had been, it could be seen at a great
distance indeed. He did not wish for a repeat of that. "It will be done."
Hidden in the dark shadows of a refuse pile of cracked stone blocks the
watcher
from the desert had observed the same thing as Khufu and Asim. He'd noted the
direction the golden disk flew off in, Master Guardian with it. Despite the

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darkness of his hide, he wrote all that he had seen down on a piece of reed
parchment. As his hand moved, a large ring with an eye symbol reflected the
scant starlight.
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off the Giza Plateau and to a small hut near the Nile. Inside, he checked the
writing, making sure it reported accurately what he had seen, then rolled it
and
slid it into a tube. He poured wax from a candle on the end and then used the
ring to seal it with an imprint_the imprint had the same design as that on
the
medallion worn around Asim's neck.
He slid the tube inside his robes and sat down cross-legged on the sand
floor,
waiting for the sun to rise. He'd managed to escape the Pharaoh's troops in
the
desert, sticking to the hidden ways. He'd noted that the members of the
Libyan
caravan had been brought to the plateau in chains, the man he'd seen
disappear
under the sand among them.
Tomorrow would be a most interesting day, he mused.
When dawn came, it was assembly-line murder.
The great Pharaoh Khufu, son of King Sneferu and Queen Hetpeheres, ruler of
the
Middle Kingdom, watched, his face impassive, as rivers of blood flowed down
the
smooth limestone facing of the Great Pyramid.
He was at the flat top where the Master Guardian had been, over 480 feet
above
the Giza Plateau, seated in a throne made of gold. Four sacrificial tables
were
spread out in the small space in front of him, manned by priests of the Cult
of
Isis.
Asim was working swiftly as there were many thousands of throats to be cut. A
long line of stoop-shouldered men stood on the wooden scaffolding that led to
the level platform at the top of the pyramid where Asim wielded Excalibur,
the
sword of the Gods, moving from table to table, sliding the razor-sharp blade
across throats. Soldiers ensured that the line kept moving. Every worker who
had
spent even one minute inside the pyramid during its construction was in that
line. When Asim's work was done, the only ones to have been inside the
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As each worker reached the top, two soldiers would lift him bodily, throw him
onto a slab, pinning his shoulders down, and a priest would hold his head
back,
waiting for Asim to come by and draw Excalibur across the man's throat while

quickly muttering the necessary prayer. Blood would spurt out of his carotid
arteries, be caught by the lip of the slab, and be channeled into several

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holes
to reed pipes at the bottom, which directed it to the edge of the platform
and
dispersed it onto the side of the pyramid. Three sides were drenched red and
the
reed pipes had just been redirected to the fourth side. As spectacular as the
white limestone facing had been when pure, in an obscene way, the glistening
red
covering of blood made it even more awe-inspiring.
Dulled by years of labor, surrounded by troops, and conditioned to obey their
Pharaoh and Gods without question, the men stood in line with little protest.
Occasionally one would try to bolt, to be cut down by the guards immediately
and
the body hauled to the top.
Not only were priests and workers among the condemned, but so were all those
who
had been caught in the desert to the west the previous day. The Libyan who
had
approached the sand dune was dragged up with chains around his ankles and
thrown
onto an altar. He had his head up, looking around as if noting all. When his
eyes fell upon Excalibur in Asim's hands, his calm demeanor suddenly changed
and
he struggled in the guards' grip. As Asim drew the sword of the Gods across
the
man's neck, the body convulsed, sitting straight up despite the blood pouring
from the sliced arteries in his neck. Asim stepped back in shock, Excalibur
held
up defensively. The two soldiers who'd brought the Libyan to the altar
grabbed
his shoulders.
The Libyan snatched the soldiers' necks and smashed their heads together,
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to jab forward with the sword, the blade punching into the Libyan's stomach.
An unearthly scream roared out of the man's wide-open mouth. Khufu, behind a
line of his imperial guards, was less than ten feet away, watching the
bizarre
spectacle. The Pharaoh gasped in horror as Asim struck once more before the
Libyan's body was ripped apart from the inside. The tip of a tentacle punched
out of the man's skin from his chest.
The tentacle was gray and tipped with three digits that bent and twisted as
they
grasped for a target. The body of the Libyan was bent in an extremely
unnatural
manner, as if the spine had been turned into a loose string. Asim swung the
sword, severing the end of the tentacle. The end that fell to the stone
shriveled as if baked, while the other slid back into the body. Then the
priest
stepped back, Excalibur at the ready.
"What was that?" Khufu demanded.
Asim jabbed the sword several more times into the body, but there was no
movement. "Burn the body," Asim ordered several of the Imperial guard.
"Scatter
the ashes."
As they gingerly picked up the Libyan's body, Asim walked over to the
Pharaoh,

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sweat staining his robes. "The Ancient Enemy, my lord. It came out of what we
saw yesterday."
Khufu could only shake his head, the events of the past twenty-four hours
threatening to overwhelm his sanity. "What kind of enemy is this?"
"It is the enemy of the Gods and our enemy."
"How did it get in that man?"
"I do not know, my lord. I was told to watch for this by the apparition
yesterday."
"How did it survive? We saw the sky thing destroyed."
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warned me it could. And it told me that the sword would
kill it."
Khufu looked at the blade in Asim's hands. "That is indeed very powerful."
"It was designed so that whoever wielded it could rule supreme," Asim said.
Khufu understood that concept of consolidating power and ruling supreme. A
thing
that one person could carry and that held such power held both great
opportunity
and great
danger.
Asim signaled for the soldiers to continue to bring prisoners forward and
went
back to his grim task. By the time the last worker was dead and the body
unceremoniously tossed over the side to be burned, all four sides of the
Great
Pyramid were stained red. There was no repeat of what had happened with the
Libyan.
Over five thousand had died in four hours. Asim came back to Khufu, his arm
trembling with exhaustion. He handed the sword to Khufu, who slid the
bloodstained blade into the scabbard.
"I have done as the Gods ordered me," Asim said. "Now you must have your men
finish what must be done to the
pyramid."
Khufu gave the orders. Soldiers hammered spikes into joints all along the
edge
of the platform, between the white limestone blocks on the facing and the
more
coarse building stones underneath. What had been so carefully placed and
fitted
onto the pyramid, was ripped off, the stone tumbling down to the ground,
revealing the unfinished stone underneath.
The destruction of the facing begun, Khufu took his leave before the ramp was
destroyed, Asim close at his side. When they reached the ground, they went to
the Great Sphinx. The Horus statue between the paws had been removed,
replaced
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priests into the Roads of Rostau in the early morning, to what destination,
only
the high priest knew. The men who had helped drag it underground were among
those killed. Khufu and Asim stood between the massive stone paws, out of
earshot of anyone else.

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"You must decree that no one will write of this day's events, my lord," Asim
said.
Khufu said nothing. He had begun the day with hopes of immortality, and as
night
fell, he was seeing his greatest achievement defaced. He had hoped that
building
the Great Pyramid would bring him the favor of the Gods. Instead, all was
crumbling around him. It would not be hard to issue an order to ensure that
no
one wrote of this. He could sense the fear among his people_the flying spider
thing, the killings, the creature coming out of the Libyan, and the
desecration
of the pyramid's facing. A cloud passed by, blocking the sun, and Khufu
shivered.
"What should I do with the sword?" Khufu asked. "Perhaps I should keep it in
case we are attacked again."
"It was the Master Guardian that stopped the Ancient Enemy craft," Asim said,
"not the sword. Without the facing, the pyramid will not be found by the
Ancient
Enemy." Asim pointed at Excalibur. "Without the sword, the Master Guardian is
powerless."
"How can that be?"
"I do not know but it is what I was told. And what people may desire in the
duats along the Roads of Rostau are secure in one form or another."
"Why did you have to use Excalibur and not your ceremonial dagger?" Khufu
asked.

"The sword has another special power," Asim said. "As you saw, it is the only
thing that can kill the undead and the immortal."
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"The Ancient Enemy."
"The immortal?" Khufu stepped closer to the priest. "Someone has partaken of
the
Grail?'
"I very much doubt it," Asim said, "but all who could have had access to the
duats had to die."
"I do not understand," Khufu said.
"I do not either, my lord," Asim said. "I only do what the Gods command. The
sword is the key that must be hidden away again."
"Why did the gods have us build that"_Khufu jerked a thumb over his shoulder
at
the pyramid_"if it would only bring enemies?"
"The Gods hoped it would bring their kindred Gods from the sky," Asim said.
It
was the same answer he had given before, but Khufu felt despair.
"And now?" Khufu spread his hands wide. "Now what do
I do?"
"You rule, my lord," Asim said.
"What will I do with Excalibur?" Khufu asked once more.
"We will leave it in the sheath and return it to its place in the duats so
that
the Gods may have access to it when it is needed. When the Master Guardian is
returned or needed
again."
On one hand, Khufu was reluctant to pass the sword back to the high priest.
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was, after all, the sword of the Gods and obviously very powerful. But that
same
thought frightened him with the potential responsibility for having such a
thing. He unbuckled it from his belt and handed it over to Asim, who tucked
it
under his cloak.
Asim left Khufu watching the desecration of the greatest achievement of his
realm, indeed in the entire history of mankind, and headed toward the Sphinx.
He
used his scepter and the stone door slid open. He entered, the door sliding
shut
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He made his way down the stone corridor, scepter in one hand, Excalibur in
the
other. He paused, cocking his head, as if he sensed something was wrong. He
waited several moments, then continued. When he reached the intersection, he
turned right and came to a complete halt as a man stepped forward to confront
him.
Asim held the sword in his good hand, across the front of his body, still
covered by the sheath. "Kaji. I knew you would be about. Scurrying around
like
the rat you are."
"Even a rat is better than being a slave," Kaji said.
Asim spit at the other man's feet. "You Watchers. You have betrayed our
ancient
priesthood."
Kaji shook his head. "We betrayed? Whom did we betray? The 'gods' who left us
to
fend for ourselves? Who allowed our homes to be destroyed, our people killed?
What did you perform today? How many people died today because of the 'gods'?
How many more will have to die?"
"You are a Watcher," Asim said. "You can do nothing according to the laws of
your order. Get out of my way."

Kaji's jaw was set. "My three brothers, my six nephews. Two of my three sons.
They died today on the pyramid."
Asim took an involuntary step backward. "You took an oath to only watch."
"I am done with being a Watcher. My surviving son will be the next Kaji. The
next Watcher of Giza, of the Roads of Rostau."
"Still, you took an oath." Asim took another step back.
"You know there are those beyond the Watchers," Kaji said. "Those who act."
Kaji
held up his hands, his fingers lacking the ring that was the symbol of the
first
rank of his order. "After opening a door to the Roads of Rostau I left my
ring
for my son to find."
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sword, but had not drawn the blade. "What good will it do to
kill me?"
Kaji barked a laugh. "You're not that important."
"Then what_"

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"Excalibur," Kaji said. "It is theirs. And it is the key. I will
take it."
"You cannot. It is only for the Gods."
Kaji indicated Asim's wounds. "Have you ever looked at yourself? What has
been
done to you?"
"It is the price of service."
"To what end?" Kaji's voice shook. "To what end does your service go?"
'To get eternal life," Asim said. "To partake of the Grail."
'The Grail has been around since the dawn of time and we have never been
allowed
to partake!"
Asim's voice fell to a whisper. "It will happen someday. If not to me, then
to
those who follow. But only to the true believers."
Kaji took another step closer to the priest. He was in range of the blade,
but
Asim did not draw it. "Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps partaking of
the
Grail might not be a
good thing?"
Asim's eyes widened. He blinked as if he had just heard that the sky was red,
his head shaking in disbelief.
"Excalibur," Kaji said.
Asim shook his head more firmly. "It must be kept safe."
"You think this place is safe?" Kaji didn't wait for an answer. "The 'gods'
fight among themselves. Both sides know of the Roads of Rostau. It must be
hidden from them or else we will have repeats of today's disaster."
"But the Ancient Enemy_" Khufu began.
"Yes, the Ancient Enemy." Kaji nodded. "Excalibur must be protected from the
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pened on the top of the pyramid. What makes you think that was the only enemy
that survived?"
"The enemy was destroyed." "
"You don't know that for sure," Kaji said. "I saw the Libyan taken by the
Ancient Enemy in the desert to the west of here. More danger could be close
by.
The sword must be removed from here."
Asim frowned. "What do you know of the Ancient Enemy?"
A strange look crossed Kaji's face. "The legends_" His voice trailed off.

"How did you know to go out into the desert?" Asim pressed. "Why did_" Asim
continued but he didn't complete the sentence as Kaji slammed his dagger into
the priest's chest.
Asim lay on the tunnel floor, dead. Kaji reached down and took the priest's
cloak, wrapping it around his own slender body, pulling the hood up over his
head. He picked up Excalibur and the scepter. Then he headed toward the
surface.
Khufu was alone on the roof of the pyramid temple. The removal of the
covering
stones was complete about a third of the way down. People from all around
were
at the base, taking the limestone with them, as the Pharaoh had allowed it.
They
could build homes with the stone. It might as well serve some positive
purpose.

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Several large rough blocks had been emplaced on top to keep the semblance of
a
pyramid and also hide the fact that something else had once been up there.
He heard his guards snap to attention below and turned. A slight figure came
up
the ladder onto the roof, moving with difficulty. He recognized Asim from the
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"I thought you were taking that back underground," Khufu said. "Have you had
second thoughts?"
The figure came closer. Khufu gasped as the sword was drawn and the blade
came
across his neck. He could feel the coolness of the metal against his skin.
"Are you insane, Asim?"
The man pulled his hood down, revealing his features.
"Who are you?"
"A man. Like you. My name is Kaji."
Khufu stared into the man's eyes. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Asim is dead. I killed him."
Khufu looked back up at the defaced pyramid. The sword pressed tighter
against
his throat. He waited to feel it slice his skin. Now, for the first time in
his
life, Khufu felt his mortality, and knew that he was not the favored of the
Gods, that he was just a man.
"He lied to you because he was lied to," Kaji said.
"Lied about what?" Khufu asked, hoping to avoid this dark fate as long as
possible, thinking that perhaps one of his guards might check on them, also
knowing that hope was futile, as no one would dare interrupt the Pharaoh
while
he was consulting with his high priest.
'The gods. The empty promises." The sword was removed from Khufu's throat and
Kaji sheathed it, before hiding it under his cloak. "My Pharaoh_" Kaji
pointed
toward the pyramid. "That is what has been done to your people in the name of
the gods. Perhaps it is best if these gods are not part of our lives. I will
let
you live if you give me your word as Pharaoh to rule as a man and not as a
puppet to the gods." Khufu swallowed and nodded, his confidence shattered by
recent events. "Yes. Yes. I can do that. I will do that."
"I do not believe you," Kaji said simply. "Still, killing you will solve
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but to rule as a man. And there is doubt in your mind now. Perhaps that is all
I
can do here. Doubt is the seed from which one day may grow independence. The
ability to think for ourselves. We have been lied to many times, by the gods,
by
the priests. We must make our own truth."
With that, Kaji turned and disappeared down the ladder. He made his way along
the processional path, the guards keeping their distance, recognizing the
cloak

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of Asim, the high priest, second only to the Pharaoh himself. Kaji maintained
the strange gait of the priest until he reached the Lower Temple. Then he
went
by the priest's path to the nearby Nile where a small boat waited, manned by
a
young man who wore the medallion of the Watchers.
Set in the boat was a wooden box, three and a half feet long. The young man
swung the top of the box open. Kaji placed the sheathed sword into the box,
then
closed the lid. He then handed the tube holding his report to the man. The
boat
slipped away into the darkness to make its long journey to deliver the report
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CHAPTER 2: THE PRESENT
AREA 51, NEVADA

Lisa Duncan looked down her blood-spattered robe, fingers reaching into the
hole
in the cloth where the bullet that had killed her had gone through. The skin
below was unblemished with no sign of the fatal wound. She touched the spot
herself, as if not believing her own eyes.
"Who are you?" Mike Turcotte was in front of her and he placed his hands on
her
shoulders, fingers digging in a little too tightly. "I saw you die." Turcotte
said the words in a whisper, as if not believing them. "I held you in my arms
and watched you die. I felt you die."
A deep, accented voice caused Turcotte to look over his shoulder. "She
partook
of the Grail," Yakov said, as if that explained everything. "The legends are
true. She is immortal."
Given that Yakov was the one who had shot her, Turcotte wasn't feeling too
kindly toward the Russian, even though Yakov had done it in a vain attempt to
prevent the Grail from being stolen. The Russian was a huge man, standing
almost
a foot taller than Turcotte. He was a former agent of Section IV, the Russian
equivalent of America's Majestic-12, set up to monitor alien activity on the
planet. Both Section IV and Majestic no longer existed, victims of the events
of
the past
year.
Turcotte wore camouflage fatigues that fit loosely on his solid body. On both
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tary patch: an arrowhead shape, with a dagger insignia crossed by three
lightning bolts: the patch for the US Army Special Forces. He was of average
height and stocky, with short dark hair sprinkled with gray. The stubble on
his
chin indicated it had been a while since he had enjoyed the comforts of a
warm
shower and a sharp razor.
"I'm cold," Duncan muttered.
Turcotte let go of her shoulders and blinked, looking about, taking in their
surroundings, as if realizing for the first time that he was standing in a
morgue and Duncan was sitting on a stainless-steel autopsy table. She looked

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small and vulnerable inside the bloody robe. Her short dark hair was
plastered
against her skull and her face was pale and drawn.
Turcotte scooped Duncan up in his arms and headed for the door. Yakov,
Professor
Mualama, Che Lu, and Major Quinn followed, the core of the group that was
leading the fight against the alien presence on Earth. By default they were
the
ones who now ran Area 51.
Turcotte carried Duncan to a parked Humvee and slid her into the passenger
seat
before going around and getting behind the wheel. The others piled in, Quinn

just managing to get inside before Turcotte stomped on the accelerator. He
drove
toward the large hangar cut into the side of Groom Mountain. To one side a
long
runway stretched out of sight along the dry bed of Groom Lake. Various
hangars
and support buildings were clustered around the end of the runway, between it
and the mountain.
Area 51 was about ninety miles northwest of Las Vegas, in the middle of
nowhere
on the way to nowhere, established on land that held no value other than its
isolation. Numerous mountains surrounded the dry lake bed, land that the US
government had gobbled up to make the location secure. The spot had gained
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designation number it received on the military map for the Nellis Air Force
Base
range of which it was ostensibly a part.
Most had thought Area 51 was placed in the location because of its
remoteness.
The truth, however, was that it had been placed where it was because of the
shocking discovery during the early days of World War II of a massive alien
spaceship in a cavern underneath Groom Mountain_ the mothership. Over a mile
long and a quarter mile in width at its center, the craft had both stunned
and
intrigued the scientists sent to investigate it. Images on plaques found in
the
cavern led the Americans to discover smaller atmospheric craft, called
bouncers
and shaped like golden flying saucers, in Antarctica. They had been brought
to
Earth in one of the holds of the mothership.
The entire discovery was classified at a higher level than anything had ever
been in the United States. A committee_ Majestic-12_was established to
oversee
the alien artifacts. For over fifty years Majestic kept the truth secret from
not only other countries but Americans also.
But even Majestic hadn't known the real truth about the aliens: that Earth
had
been visited by aliens over ten thousand years earlier and they had
headquartered themselves on a large island in the middle of the Atlantic
Ocean_
the legendary Atlantis. And that when other aliens of the same species, the

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Airlia, had arrived thousands of years later, there was civil war between
them.
One side was led by an alien named Aspasia, the other by Artad. The initial
battling resulted in the destruction of Atlantis and a tenuous truce. Aspasia
was banished to an Airlia base underneath the surface of Mars at Cydonia,
where
human astronomers had long been intrigued by anomalies on the surface. Artad
and
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Qian-Ling, and like Aspasia and his people, went into suspended animation.
But each side continued a subversive war throughout the millennia on Earth.
Aspasia's side was represented by the Mission, led by a continually
regenerated
human, Aspasia's Shadow, who passed Aspasia's memories and personality
through
succeeding generations via the ka, a memory device that could be updated much
like a computer hard drive. Artad's side was represented by the Ones Who
Wait,
Airlia-Human clones, and Shadows of Artad, such as King Arthur and
ShiHuangdi,
the first emperor of China.
Throughout human history both groups fought covertly, using humans as pawns
in
their battles. Turcotte and the others had discovered much, but they still
didn't know the full extent of this interference in human history. They knew
about the clash between Arthur (Artad's Shadow) and Mordred (Aspasia's
Shadow)
in early Britain; the development and spread of the Black Death in the Middle
Ages; the rise of the SS in Nazi Germany; the invention of the atomic bomb
from

studying an Airlia weapon discovered underneath the Great Pyramid, also in
the
early days of World War II. Many other events throughout history were the
result
of efforts by one side or the other to gain the upper hand.
Turcotte and the others had also learned that the human survivors of Atlantis
had formed a group called the Watchers to monitor the aliens. The Watchers
were
former priests who had worshipped the Airlia as gods, and who tried to
monitor
their conflict.
The lid blew off all those covert actions when Majestic-12 was corrupted
after
discovering a guardian computer in South America. The guardians were golden
pyramids secreted around the world by the Airlia, as part of their ancient
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mind interface, with the guardian taking control and turning the person into
a
Guide. The members of Majestic were corrupted in this manner and Mike
Turcotte
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Turcotte had learned that Majestic was preparing to fly the mothership on
orders
from the guardian, most likely to go to Mars and pick up Aspasia and his
followers. He also found information that initiating the mothership's
interstellar engine would attract the attention of the Airlia's ancient
enemy,
known only as the Swarm, and bring destruction to Earth. Turcotte foiled that
plan and all-out civil war had erupted between the two Airlia sides, the
human
race caught between them.
As it stood now, Turcotte had killed Aspasia and destroyed his fleet coming
from
Mars, but Aspasia's Shadow was now secreted on Easter Island with the Grail
in
his possession and a burgeoning military force. And in China, Artad had been
awoken by the Ones Who Wait.
It was this precarious world situation plastered all over the situation board
at
the front of the CUBE_command, control & communications C3_deep under Groom
Mountain, that the small group saw as they got off the elevator from the
hangar
above.
Turcotte ignored the sit-board and helped Duncan to the conference room. The
others trooped in and the door was shut as an uneasy silence pervaded.
Turcotte
sat Duncan in the chair at the head of the table and slumped into the seat
next
to her.
Yakov was next to Turcotte. Mualama, an African archaeologist who had
followed
in the footsteps of Sir Richard Francis Burton and uncovered that explorer's
secret account of all he had learned of the Airlia and their influence on
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scepter that had allowed Duncan and him access to the Black Sphinx, deep
under
the Great Sphinx, which had contained the Ark of the Covenant and the Grail.
They had also discovered that Mualama was a former Watcher.
Then there was the elderly Chinese professor, Che Lu. She had opened the
upper
levels of the ancient tomb at Qian-Ling. She had recently been trying to
figure
out an alien grid system that highlighted many of their ancient bases. She
had
cracked the code and was still working on fixing the various locations, which
included Qian-Ling, Easter Island, and Mount Sinai, where the Mission had
hidden
itself for a long time.
At the other end of the table was Major Quinn, a leftover from the days of
Majestic, the man who knew the inner workings of Area 51 and was able to get

what was needed from the US government. Or had been able, as it now appeared
that Area 51 was being cut out of the chain of operations. He was a small
man,
with thick-lensed glasses perched on a thin nose.

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"My friends," Yakov began.
Turcotte didn't particularly want to hear whatever it was the Russian had to
say. He was watching Duncan, who seemed to be slowly coming to her senses.
"My friends," Yakov repeated as he turned to the others at the table. "We
must
look at the larger threats."
"And what can we do about them?" Turcotte snapped. He was bone-tired. Since
uncovering the secret of Area 51 he had been fighting the aliens and their
minions almost nonstop. For every step forward, every victory gained, there
seemed to be two steps back and more secrets uncovered and more defeats. They
had learned much but Turcotte felt there was a level of all of this that they
had yet to penetrate. They didn't know why the civil war among the Airlia had
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was, although there was little doubt neither side cared how many humans died
in
the course of their battles. Beyond that, they didn't even know why the
Airlia
had come to Earth so many years earlier or what the civil war had been about.
Mualama steepled his fingers. "We have been approaching this incorrectly.
This
is a war. And war is all about power."
Turcotte, who had been practicing the art of war his entire adult life,
stared
at the archaeologist. "And?"
"We must search for the source of our enemies' power," Mualama said.
"And that is?" Turcotte prompted.
"We must find and control the Master Guardian," Mualama said. "If we do that,
we
can control the Easter Island_and most likely the Qian-Ling_guardians. Maybe
even the guardian at Cydonia on Mars."
Turcotte rubbed his eyes for a second. "Now you say we need the Master
Guardian
but yesterday you said we needed the Grail."
"We did need the Grail," Mualama said. "But we don't have it. Aspasia's
Shadow
has it and it is now under the shield at Easter Island. The Grail is indeed
powerful, as it holds the secret of eternal life. However, most of Aspasia's
Shadow's power comes out of the Easter Island guardian. The guardian controls
the shield wall and the nanovirus he has infected his forces with. It is also
the way he communicates with his forces. It is the key to his power."
"We don't have the Master Guardian either," Turcotte said. "We don't even
know
where it is."
"Burton's manuscript described Watcher records saying it was removed from the
top of the Great Pyramid thousands of years ago," Mualama said.
"And taken where?" Turcotte asked.

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"The Watchers_" Mualama began, then paused.
"Go on," Yakov urged him.

"Yes," Turcotte said, spinning in his seat toward the African archaeologist.
"Tell us what else you've been lying to us about."
"Not lying," Mualama said. "It just did not come up."

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"So we have to ask you specific questions to get you to help us?" Turcotte
asked. He slowly got to his feet and approached the archaeologist. He leaned
close to Mualama. "Where is the Master Guardian?"

"It is with the mothership," Mualama said.
"The mothership was destroyed," Turcotte said, turning back to his chair and
dismissing Mualama. "It's floating dead in orbit."
"Aspasia's mothership is floating dead in orbit. How do you think Artad came
to
this planet?" Mualama asked in a level tone.
That caused Turcotte to pause for a moment. "There's another mothership?"
Lisa Duncan spoke up. "It makes sense. Remember we found the power sphere for
an
interstellar drive hidden in a cavern in Ethiopia, yet the mothership here
had
one already in place."
Turcotte slowly sat down and nodded. "The sphere we found came from China."
"And Artad is in China," Duncan said.
"But we didn't see a mothership in Qian-Ling," Che Lu said.
"It might be in the lowest level," Turcotte said, but he doubted it even as
he
spoke. The mothership was simply too large to be hidden there, even given how
big the mountain tomb of Qian-Ling was.
Quinn spoke up. "The Nazi records you recovered from the Soviet archives
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ark_not the Ark of the Covenant, but Noah's Ark. It would make sense that a
mothership would be called such a thing. Perhaps survivors from Atlantis were
put aboard it? That would explain the legend of the Ark."
"But the Nazis didn't find it," Turcotte noted.
"We haven't gone through all the records," Quinn said.
"Do it," Turcotte ordered.
"Nor have I translated all of Sir Richard Francis Burton's manuscript,"
Mualama
added. "He also was interested in the legend of Noah's Ark."
"And I haven't pinpointed all the locations that Professor Nabinger
translated,"
Che Lu said.
Turcotte rubbed his forehead. Despite all they had learned, they were still
far
behind the information curve. The truth of the present hinged on knowing the
truth about the past and that was still largely unknown. But they did have
more
than they had started with. Did they have the time to process it all? he
wondered.
"And if we don't find and gain control of the Master Guardian?" he threw out.
Quinn spoke up. "The military is marshaling a fleet in Hawaii. It's our last
line of defense in the Pacific. They are considering attacking Easter
Island."
"They won't be able to break the shield wall," Turcotte said.
"Unless we can access the Master Guardian and shut down the Easter Island
guardian," Yakov pointed out.
Quinn frowned. "There was something in that archive material you recovered
underneath Moscow about a weapon and a shield."
"What something?" Turcotte demanded, leaning forward.
"I'll have to look at it again," Quinn said.

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A sergeant came into the room and handed Quinn a file folder and just as
quietly
left the room.
Turcotte finally considered the strategic situation. "Without a miracle_or us
finding and controlling the Master Guardian_that fleet is not going to be
able
to get through the alien shield with any degree of effectiveness," he said.
"And
according to the status board, the ships the aliens have captured are heading
toward Pearl. We'll be lucky if they don't seize Hawaii and our ships that
we'd

need to attack Easter Island. Major Quinn, send a message to the admiral in
charge there and warn him of that."
"Yes, sir."
Turcotte's eyes were on Duncan, who seemed to be following the conversation.
He
turned to her, going back to the more immediate issue, or at least what he
considered more immediate. "What happened to you?"
Duncan blinked. "I_" She held her hand up, looking at it as if it were an
alien
object. "I put one of the stones in the Grail. Then I put my hand in the
Grail.
One end of the Grail," she added. "It burned. Up my arm. My entire body."
"We need to get her to a doctor," Quinn suggested.
Turcotte ignored the major. "So the legend is true_it grants immortality?"
"It must be," Duncan acknowledged. She touched her torso, where the bullet
had
torn through her, still not believing the unmarred skin. "I'm here." She said
it
almost as a question. "And you say you saw me die."
"How does it work?" Turcotte asked.
She slowly shook her head. "I don't know."
"It must do more than give immortality," Yakov said. "It brought her back to
life."
Turcotte thought for a few seconds, then rattled out more orders. "Major
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brought back from Moscow to see if you can learn any more about the location
of
the ark/mothership. Also, I want you to go back through Majestic's records
and
see if there is anything on this shield wall_how it works, and if there is
any
way we can get through it on our own. Because if we can't, we're defenseless
against Aspasia's Shadow and his forces.
"Professor Mualama, you go through Burton's manuscript again and see if we
missed anything regarding the location of the Master Guardian. Professor Che
Lu,
I think you need to get with Larry Kincaid and check all the locations that
Nabinger recorded. Perhaps one of those is the second mothership. I'm going
to
try to send a message to Kelly to see if she can tap into the Easter Island

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guardian and give us a better idea where those objects are. Any questions?"
"And me?" Duncan asked.
"We need to find out what happened to you," Turcotte said. "How the Grail
affected you."
Turcotte looked around the room. They were the experts, the ones who knew the
most about the Airlia and their technology, yet he felt grave misgivings
about
their loyalties: Yakov, the Russian, who had shot Duncan; Che Lu, the
Chinese,
who had delved into Qian-Ling at such an opportune time; Mualama, the
African,
who had lied to them about being a Watcher and only told them things when it
seemed to be convenient to some agenda of his own. And most of all Lisa
Duncan,
the woman he had thought he loved_what had happened to her?
Quinn had a headset on and he pulled the small mouthpiece away from his lips.
"A
doctor is coming down on the elevator. We need to get her looked at." He was
staring at Turcotte. Surprisingly, the tiny officer got up and went to the
head
of the table, where he extended his hand to Duncan, indicating she should get
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As Turcotte started to protest, Quinn put his other hand in the Green Beret's
chest. "A doctor can tell us more right now than anyone else. We need to get
her
looked at."

Turcotte was so surprised by Quinn's action that he allowed him to escort
Duncan
out the door, where a man in a white coat waited. Quinn returned, shutting
the
door behind him.
"What the hell_" Turcotte began, but Quinn picked up the folder that he'd
been
given and tossed it in front of Turcotte.
"I don't know who that woman is," Quinn said, "but there is no Lisa Duncan. I
had the Agency do a check on her. Everything in her background is a lie."

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CHAPTER 3: The Past
GLASTONBURY TOR, BRITAIN A.D. 529

Surrounded by water, the Tor jutted five hundred feet above the countryside,
crowned by a ruined stone abbey. It was a sacred place, one where few dared
travel, yet on this dreary morning, a small boat, oars pulled by a single man
dressed in a long black robe fringed with silver, slowly made its way across
the
placid water. It was a place of legend, rumored by many to be the legendary
site
of Avalon, home to strange folk with even stranger powers. Those who lived
nearby dared not set foot on the island.
The bottom of the boat grated onto a pebbled beach. The man stowed the oars,
tied the boat off to a stunted tree, then made his way up the track that
wound
its way up the hill. He walked as if carrying a great burden,

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stoop-shouldered
and with stiff legs, but all he had in his hands was a long staff of polished
wood that he leaned on to aid his climb. His face was hidden in the shadow of
an
overhanging hood, but a white beard poked out at the bottom.
When he reached the top, he paused, taking in the shattered stone of the
abbey.
Then he looked all about, at the country that surrounded the lake. Nothing
moved
under an overcast sky. It was as if the land had been swept clear of man and
beast. A gust of cold wind caused the man to pull his robe tighter around his
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Camlann_the showdown between Arthur and Mordred_ the land had appeared bleak
and
cold.
He walked to the abbey and through a doorway. The interior was open to the
sky,
the floor littered with stone blocks from the collapsed roof. With a gnarled
hand the man reached into the neck of his robe and retrieved a medallion. On
the
surface of the metal was the image of an eye. He placed it against the front
of
the small altar where there was an indentation of similar shape. He held the
medallion there for several moments, then removed it, sliding it back inside
his
robe.
He rubbed his hands together as he waited. He started as a door swung open in
the wall of the abbey. A figure stepped into the abbey, cloaked in brown. He
too
wore a hood, which he pulled back, revealing a lined face and silver hair.
His
eyes widened as he recognized the man by the altar.
"Myrddin!"
The old man wearily smiled. "I have not been called that in a long time,
Brynn.
At the court of Arthur the King they called me Merlin."
"So I have heard," Brynn said.
Merlin looked about. "They would have brought Arthur here."
"He died right there." Brynn pointed toward the nearest stone wall of the
abbey.
"And Excalibur?"
"No sorrow?" Brynn folded his arms across his chest. "No sign of grief for
the
death of your king?"

"I knew he was dead," Merlin said. "I have grieved in private."
"I doubt it."
Merlin straightened, drawing himself up, and despite his worn condition,
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"I did what I did for the land, for the people."
"It did not work," Brynn noted.

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"It was better than hiding in a cave with old papers," Merlin snapped.
"Was it?" Brynn didn't wait for an answer. "The land is worse off than it
was.
Many have died. The Grail was almost lost. The sword too."
"I know about the Grail. One of your fellow Watchers has it."
"It is good that you don't consider yourself one of us any longer," Brynn
said.
"You betrayed our order."
"I went beyond our order as must be done at times," Merlin said. "You will
return the Grail to Egypt?"
"That I cannot tell you."
Merlin shook his head. "Returning to the status quo. That would be fine,
except
what is the status quo?"
Brynn frowned. "What do you mean?
Merlin stamped his foot on the Tor impatiently. "Our order has watched since
the
time of Atlantis. We once worshipped the 'gods.' And when they fought among
themselves, many of our people died and Atlantis was destroyed, the survivors
scattered.
"I talked with Arthur many times_he was a Shadow of one of these creatures.
He
knew much of the great truth."
"'The great truth'?"
"What do we know?" Merlin asked Brynn. "Do we know where the 'gods' came
from?
Why they are here?"
The look on Brynn's face indicated he didn't even understand the questions,
never mind wonder about the answers.
Merlin sighed and dropped that line of thought. "Excalibur is more than just
a
sword. It does others things. And the war will come again. And both sides
will
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role in recent events_"will try to use Excalibur also as a symbol. But it is
more than a symbol. It has a purpose, a very critical purpose. It is a
critical
piece, one of several, in a very ancient puzzle."
Brynn waited, listening.
"I am here to make amends," Merlin said.
"And how will you do that?"
"Excalibur must be hidden better than this place."
"I do not_" Brynn began, but Merlin slammed the butt of his staff onto the
stone
floor.
"Listen to me, Brynn. The sword must be hidden. Since it was brought out,
those
whom you watch now know where it is. We_I_awakened those better left sleeping
and they sent forth their Shadows to do war to try to gain the sword and the
Grail. Both were hidden for many generations but now this place is no longer
safe. You know that or else you would not have sent away the Grail."
"How do you know this?"

"Watchers are so ignorant. I was ignorant, but I have traveled far and seen
much. Have you even read some of the papers you guard so closely below? That
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what I spent my time doing while I was here."
"I have read those scrolls I can," Brynn argued.
"And the ones you can't read? The ones written in the ancient runes?"
"None can read them."
"I could and can."
"And what do they say?" Brynn asked, interested in spite of himself.

"The decision that demanded that our sole function be merely to watch what
transpired was made by a vote at the first Gathering of Watchers. And it was
not
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action needed to be taken. That man would be best off if we continued to
fight
for freedom from the Gods and their minions."
"But the vote was to watch," Brynn said simply. "It is the rule of our
order."
Merlin sighed in frustration. "But it was a decision made by men. And we are
men. We get to change it."
Brynn shook his head. "The order would never change that. And there has not
been
a Gathering in memory."
"You are ignorant," Merlin said.
"What will you do with the sword?" Brynn turned the subject from things he
knew
nothing of.
'Take it_and the sheath that contains it_far from here. And hide it well in a
place where men_and those who pretend to be men_cannot easily get to it."
"There is no reason for me to believe you," Brynn said as he turned back
toward
the doorway.
"I was wrong."
Brynn paused.
Merlin continued. "We should not get involved with these creatures and their
war
among themselves. We do not have the power for that."
"And?" Brynn demanded. "That is the Watcher's credo. To watch. Not to act.
Which
you violated."
"And that is wrong also," Merlin said. "We must not just watch. We must act.
But
not in the way I did, trying to imitate these creatures, allying with one
side
or the other. I thought Arthur_" He shook his head. "I was misled, as the
priests of old were. We must keep ourselves separate. Completely separate.
And
fight them when we have to and when we can do so with a chance of victory."
"What does that have to do with the sword?" Brynn asked.
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Merlin said. "And now they know of this place and it is easily accessible.
That
is why Excalibur must be removed. It can not be found by Aspasia's Shadow or
Artad's followers or others, even more evil, who would seek to destroy it."

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Brynn's face paled. "The Ancient Enemy?"
Merlin nodded.
"I thought that was just a myth made up by the priests. Like the Christians
have
their Satan opposing their God."
"There is always some truth in every myth," Merlin said.
Brynn ran a hand through his beard, obviously shaken.

"You say it is the rule of the Watchers only to watch," Merlin said. "Then
how
did Excalibur and the Grail come here in the first place?"
"They have traveled far over the ages. Joseph of Ari-mathea brought them here
for safekeeping from Jerusalem."
"And did he not violate the rules of your order by doing so?"
Brynn reluctantly nodded.
"Then let me right that wrong and remove them from here. Then you can go back
to
watching."
"Excalibur is safe now," Brynn said with little remaining conviction. "I know
that_"
Merlin cut him off. "The Grail has been sent away. The sword must be sent
away
also. They came here to retrieve Arthur's ka, didn't they?"
Brynn slowly nodded. "Yes. The Ones Who Wait."
"Then they know this place. They will be back."
"It is what I fear," Brynn admitted.
"They can always find the sword here," Merlin said, "but I can put it in a
place
that will be difficult, if not impossible, for them or any others to find and
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Brynn frowned. "Where?"

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"On the roof of the world where someone might be able to reach it, but never
survive long enough to be able to bring it back down."
"Where is this roof?"
"Do not concern yourself with that." Merlin smiled. "You have nothing to fear
if
the sword isn't here."
This last bit of logic finally came home to rest with the Watcher. "Come."
Brynn
indicated for Merlin to follow him.

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CHAPTER 4: The Present
AREA 51, NEVADA

Turcotte opened the door to the med lab and jerked his thumb toward the
hallway.
"Leave," he ordered the doctor.
"I don't think you have the_"
Turcotte had his 9mm pistol out of the holster and pointed at the man in the
white coat before he could finish the sentence.
"Leave," Turcotte repeated, pulling the hammer back with his thumb as
punctuation.
The doctor scuttled out of the room, the door swinging shut behind him.

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Turcotte threw the file folder he'd been given by Major Quinn onto the
examining
table on which Lisa Duncan was sitting. "Read."
She picked up the folder and opened it. She had barely begun to peruse it
when
she started shaking her head.
"What?" Turcotte demanded.
"This can't be right."
"Why would someone make it up?" Turcotte asked.
She looked at him. "Why have you been checking on me?"
"I haven't. Quinn has. And apparently he was right to."
Duncan frowned. "But this"_she shook the folder_ "isn't correct. I am who I
am."
"When was the last time you saw your son?" Turcotte asked.
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Turcotte didn't give her much time to think. "Was it before you ordered me to
go
to Area 51? Before all this started?"
She slowly nodded. "Yes. We've been so busy since the discovery that_"
"You had time to see him if you had made the time," Turcotte said. "When we
were
together at your house in the Rockies. I should have known something was
strange. I was there but he wasn't. You told me he was with his father, your
ex-
husband. But there is no father_and no son."
Duncan's pale face flushed red with anger. "I have a son."
"No, you don't."
"That can't_"
Turcotte cut her off. "Why did you order me to go to Area 51?"
"There were reports of irregularities at Area 51," Duncan said. "My son_" she
began, but he cut her off once more.
"Quinn hasn't found any of those reports. And he was part of Majestic's
support
team. He knows how tight security was. And he knows there were no leaks."
Turcotte reached over and took the file from her hands. "And you were
appointed
as scientific adviser via paperwork_no one ever interviewed you. Hell, your
entire background is a fraud. No one cared who the hell the national science
adviser was. No one checked. In fact, it appears that someone used Majestic's
clearance to get you the slot, yet Quinn has found no record of Majestic
doing
that. What better way to get someone after Majestic than by using their own
security clearance?"
"No." Duncan was shaking her head. "No. I_" She fell silent, overwhelmed.
"Who are you?" Turcotte asked. The strain of the past several weeks, of
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battles against the aliens and their minions but always seeming to be behind
in
the war, was too much for him. He stepped up next to the table, his face
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to Duncan's, his voice rising. "Who are you? Why have you done all this?" His
hands were on her shoulders, shaking her. "Why?"
"I don't know. I don't. I don't!"
Turcotte blinked, let go of her, and stepped back. Tears were streaming down
Duncan's face. He went backward until his legs hit a chair and he collapsed
into
it. He put his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. His body began
shaking. Abruptly he stood, sending the chair flying. He grabbed the door and
stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Yakov, Che Lu, and Mualama were in the hallway. The Russian stepped in front
of
him. "My friend_"
"I am not your friend," Turcotte snapped. He poked a finger in the Russian's
chest when the man refused to move. "Your 'friend' Katyenka betrayed us in
Moscow. You came back here with a bug on you. You shot her_" He jerked a
thumb
at the door behind him. "What do you know that you haven't told me?" He spun
toward Che Lu. "And you? Why did you suddenly decide to go into Qian-Ling?
Convenient timing there. Right after Majestic was compromised." Then he
turned
on Mualama. "And following Burton? Lying to us about being a Watcher. Telling
us
about his manuscript in bits and pieces and only the parts you want to." He
shoved Yakov out of the way. "I'm done with all of you."
Turcotte made a beeline for the outer door and walked into the bright Nevada
sunshine. He blinked, his eyes smarting. At first he thought it was the
light,

but when he put his sunglasses on they still hurt. He realized he was crying.
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QIAN-LING, CHINA

The Silk Road was the first connection between East and West in the ancient
world. It stretched over four thousand miles from Xian in the northwest of
China, across the north China Plain, through the Pamirs and the Karakoram
Range
to the walled city of Samarkand, across the great desert to Damascus and on
to
the Mediterranean ports of Alexandria and Antioch. From there ships could
sail
on to Greece and Rome and traders could travel the land routes inside those
kingdoms.
It was the route that Marco Polo traveled for three years to become the first
Westerner to see the Inner Kingdom of China, but that was long after the road
had been established. The Silk Road was also the path that the Black Death
had
taken in the opposite direction hundreds of years later in the fourteenth
century. Historians had traced the deadly track of the bubonic plague from
China, along the Silk Road, to Mediterranean ports and on to the rest of
Europe.
In five years it killed over twenty-five million people, reducing the human
population of the planet by one-third. Percentagewise it was the most
devastating event ever to strike mankind, far eclipsing the devastation of
the
world wars centuries later.
And it had started right there in Qian-Ling_an attempt by Artad's followers
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strike at the Mission's growing power in Europe and the Middle East and level
the playing field. And the Mission had just recently tried the same thing in
South America in an attempt to wipe out mankind and pave the way for
Aspasia's
arrival from Mars_an attempt that was stopped at the last minute by Mike
Turcotte.
When China was young, the balance of power was in the West, and Xian was the
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China, the Yellow Emperor ShiHuangdi, held sway there during his reign. In
reality, ShiHuangdi had been a Shadow of Artad. According to legend, when he
died, he was buried in a massive tomb, larger than even the Great Pyramid of
Giza. This tomb was called Qian-Ling. A man-made mountain, over three
thousand
feet high, Qian-Ling, like Area 51 and the Great Pyramid, was more than it
appeared to be. In reality the Shadow had simply returned to the place where
he
had been "born," and his memories absorbed.
Deep inside was an Airlia base, complete with a guardian computer. It was
also
the site where Artad, leader of one side of the Airlia, had gone into
hibernation along with his followers. The outside of the mountain was now
blackened soil, the foliage stripped bare by the Chinese government's
detonation
of a nuclear weapon in a vain attempt to destroy the alien base. However, the
same type of shield wall that protected Easter Island had limited the effect
of
the blast to the charring of the surface around the shield.
Inside the alien base, Lexina, the leader of the Ones Who Wait, had managed
to
gain entry to the lowest level of Qian-Ling and resurrect Artad and his
followers. Now they were ignored as Artad accessed the guardian, assessing
the
situation in the outside world.
Artad was Airlia, standing almost seven feet tall and looking almost exactly
like the Horus statue that had once guarded the entrance between the paws of
the

Great Sphinx. Red hair, red elongated eyes, six fingers, disproportional body_
all indicated his alien heritage.
Artad rapidly processed information concerning the ten thousand years since
he
had gone into deep sleep, until he was current on the present situation:
Aspasia's Shadow was moving, using the power of the humans. He cloaked his
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ous to the weapons of the humans. Infecting those humans his forces contacted
with a nanovirus to control them.
Artad did a search of the guardian's database and frowned when he didn't get
the
answer he was looking for. He stepped away from the guardian and went out of
the
chamber. His Kortad, Airlia who had come to Earth with him so long ago, were
lined up, awaiting his orders.

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"Excalibur?" he asked Ts'ang Chieh, the human court adviser from the days
when
his Shadow ruled as the Emperor ShiHuangdi, commander of all the known world.
While he had been working the guardian, Ts'ang Chieh had been outside the
chamber questioning Lexina.
"The key to the Master Guardian?"
"Yes."
'The humans_the Watchers, or those who had been Watchers_hid it long ago. So
long ago that it is only a myth now."
A strange look crossed Artad's face, what in a human might have been
considered
a smile. "Foolish." He crossed the chamber to a control panel. He waved his
hands over it and a series of hexagons were backlit with runes written on
them.
Artad tapped out a code on the hexagons.

MOUNT EVEREST

Near the top of the highest point on the planet three dead bodies lay on a
narrow ledge in front of a frozen chamber that was little more than a
four-foot-
deep indentation at the top of an almost sheer cliff face. They were suddenly
bathed in a red light as the sheath in which Excalibur's blade was encased
powered up. The glow was refracted by the ice around the crystal and pulsed
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QIAN-LING

A red hexagon in the upper right-hand corner of the panel came alive. Artad
nodded ever so slightly, then tapped in a new code. The wall in front of him
shimmered and went white. A circular image appeared, coming into focus until
it
was obvious it was the planet as if seen from space. Artad tapped the red
hexagon and the planet quickly rotated, then froze in position with a red
flashing dot on the surface. He tapped the red hexagon again and the image
grew
larger. The location was on the border between Nepal and Tibet, in the midst
of
the Himalayas.
Artad nodded_it made sense they would hide it there. While Excalibur was in
the
sheath no mechanical transportation could come within several miles of it, a
safeguard built into the system so that he_or anyone else_couldn't send a
craft
to swoop in and pick it up. The Watchers had placed it in the most
inaccessible
location on the face of the planet. There was only one way to retrieve the
key.
Artad turned to Ts'ang Chieh. "Where are the Ones Who Wait?"
"They are outside, my lord."

"Bring them in."
Lexina led her companions Elek and Coridan into the guardian chamber, bowing
low, fearing to look up and meet the red eyes of the one they had waited to
serve for millennia.
"Is there a way to communicate with those who now rule this land?" Artad
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Lexina nodded, still keeping her head down. "Yes, my lord. We have radios.
And
their forces surround this area."
"Good. I have a message I wish to send them." His red eyes looked over the
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They raised their heads. Artad pointed at the screen. "That is where you must
go." He reached to his side and drew out a sword. "And something like this is
what you must recover. It is most important. I will prepare you as well as I
can."

EASTER ISLAND

Aspasia's Shadow's right arm ended abruptly at the wrist. Raw flesh and white
bone marked where Turcotte's shot had ripped the hand off. A tourniquet was
tied
around the middle of the forearm, cutting deep into the skin, but it had
stopped
the bleeding. His skin, pale to begin with, was ghostly white.
The bouncer he was aboard had just descended through the lake in the center
of
Rano Kao crater on Easter Island. The bouncer was a gold-colored disk about
thirty feet in diameter. It moved through a tunnel at the bottom of the lake
as
easily as it passed through the air.
A half minute later it surfaced in a pool in a large cavern, went up into the
air, and settled down on the dry rock, which made up the other half of the
area.
A half dozen US Marines awaited Aspasia's Shadow. Their eyes were glazed
over,
as they were controlled by the guardian computer via a nanovirus coursing
through their brains and blood. The nanovirus could send electrical impulses
through the infected persons' brains, controlling their actions, essentially
making them part of the Easter Island guardian network. The chilling thing
about
persons infected by the nanovirus was that while it controlled and directed
their nervous systems, a part of their minds was aware of this and unable to
change it.
Three of the Marines, part of Task Force Seventy-nine, which had been
captured
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of them grabbed Aspasia's Shadow and helped him out, the third picked up the
Grail, which was covered by a thick white wrap.
Aspasia's Shadow staggered as his feet touched the ground and the Marines
held
him up. He had lost more blood than he'd thought. The Marines helped him into
a
tunnel lit by lines in the ceiling. The tunnel sloped upward, then leveled
and
turned to the right. Aspasia's Shadow and his escorts entered a cave. In the
very center was a twenty-foot-high glowing, golden pyramid_the Easter Island

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guardian.
Aspasia's Shadow frowned as he noted that plastered on one side of the
pyramid
was a shriveled mummy with various metal leads connecting the guardian to the
body. Aspasia's Shadow forgot about the figure as a Marine placed the shroud-
covered Grail on a table to the right of the pyramid.

In his many reincarnations, Aspasia's Shadow had known much pain. It felt as
if
his missing right hand were still attached but on fire. He forced himself to
ignore the feeling and went to the Grail. He removed the shroud, revealing an
hourglass-shaped golden object. The end that was up appeared solid.
Aspasia's Shadow pulled a small wooden box from a deep pocket inside his
cloak
and opened it. Two stones were set inside_the thummin and urim of biblical
note.
They glowed as if from an inner fire. With difficulty, Aspasia's Shadow took
one
of the stones. He held it over the edge of the Grail. The flat end irised
open,
revealing a small depression inside, the same size as the stone.
Aspasia's Shadow paused. He knew his forces were moving and that much was
happening around the world. He forced himself to put the stone back in the
wooden box for the moment and go to the guardian. He leaned against the side,
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glow encompassed him as he connected with the alien device.

Acting with just a few commands from him when he had been headquartered at
the
Mission underneath Mount Sinai, the guardian had done an excellent job of
preparing and initiating his plans. He was updated on his fleet moving toward
Pearl Harbor; on what was going on above him on the surface of the island; he
grinned when he saw the unanswered messages from the stranded Airlia on Mars
spooled up and waiting for him_they could rot for all he cared, in
retribution
for the millennia he had suffered and fought here on Earth while they slept;
his
guides were growing in power all over the world_all was going quite well.
Centuries of battling, of maneuvering from the shadows in the halls of power,
of
seeing kingdoms and countries crumble, had made him suspicious of good news.
There was always a weak link, a blind spot where disaster could strike from.
Artad? Qian-Ling was shielded, the guardian informed him. While that might be
an
automatic defense reaction by the Qian-Ling guardian, it was just as likely
that
his ancient enemy had awakened. He knew the Ones Who Wait had been searching
for
the Qian-Ling lower level key.
He had to assume Artad was finally awake, or at the very least another Shadow
of
him had been imprinted. And if he were Artad or his Shadow? Aspasia's Shadow
had
learned early in his many incarnations to think like his enemy in order to
outmaneuver his nemesis.
The Master Guardian. It was the tool Artad needed to destroy him and rule

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supreme on Earth. Aspasia's Shadow accessed the truncated line that had once
been the link between that guardian and the Master Guardian. Nothing, which
meant the Master was still powered down. He knew what was needed to free it,
so
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gram for Excalibur, the sword that was much more than a sword.
In the course of their long war against the Swarm the Airlia had had ships
captured and worlds overrun. In the course of that, guardian computers,
including system masters, had been lost to the Swarm. Because of bitter
experience, the Airlia had learned to safeguard their computer systems with
devices like Excalibur. While it did several things, it was primarily a
microtransmitter that was on all the time. What it transmitted was the
authorization code for the Master Guardian, which allowed it to power up and
link and control its subordinate guardian computers. But the transmitter only

worked when the sword was removed from the specially designed sheath, which
was
made of a material that blocked the transmission. Having such a device in such
a
compact form allowed one person to control all of the guardian computers.
There
was a destruct built into Excalibur that could be triggered, wiping out the
memories of all the guardians and shutting them down in an instant. The way
to
initiate the destruct was something only the Airlia commander who wielded
Excalibur knew. That way was one thing that had not been passed to Aspasia's
Shadow when he was first given Aspasia's memories.
He knew the Watchers had hidden Excalibur long ago. The damn
Watchers_Aspasia's
Shadow had killed many members of the meddlesome human cult over the
centuries.
And there had been times when some of them had not simply watched but tried
to
search him out and kill him_a most foolish endeavor, as many had learned just
before they died.
He had tried to gain Excalibur during his incarnation as Mordred, only to be
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Shadow masquerading as Arthur. And Merlin the Watcher? What had he done with
the
sword?
The guardian accessed scanners built into the slope of the volcano above and
even reached out to Mars and the base at Cydonia where the few surviving
Airlia
who had followed Aspasia huddled in their underground caves.
They had picked up a signal from Earth's surface. Aspasia's Shadow knew
immediately what it meant_the homing device on Excalibur had been activated.
Since he hadn't done it, there was no doubt who had. Artad was awake. And
also
looking for the sword.
And the location? When he saw the spot, Aspasia's Shadow cursed. Damn Merlin.
On the other side of the guardian, the withered body twitched, indicating

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there
was life somewhere deep inside. The eyes were crusted shut, the muscles
atrophied and consumed as the body tried to keep its core alive, the skin
dried
and leathery.
Deep inside the mind, the essence of Kelly Reynolds felt the contact of
Aspasia's Shadow and the guardian like an electric shock, bringing her out of
her almost-coma. She'd been there for weeks, ever since trying to link to the
guardian when the island was occupied by the United Nations. She'd wanted to
discover the truth about the aliens, to learn the advanced knowledge she had
believed could be gained from the computer. Instead she had become trapped by
the guardian, her mind scoured by the alien computer for information and then
forgotten about.
During the intervening time she had slowly managed to regain some control of
her
mind although her body remained melded to the golden pyramid like an insect
to
flypaper. She'd even managed to tap into the massive flow of data that poured
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for the nanovirus to leave her body and even managed to get a message out to
her
friends at Area 51.
She'd also learned some things about the Airlia. She'd "seen" the destruction
of
Atlantis_Aspasia's initial base on Earth_ as a historical record inside the
guardian. She'd "seen" one of the Airlia mothership float over the island and
pulse down rays of golden power into the island, smashing it into the sea.
She'd also learned that the various guardians had once been linked together
under a Master Guardian computer, allowing all the Airlia outposts on Earth,
and

even on Mars, to be coordinated and controlled. But during the civil war
among
the Airlia, the network had been shut down and the Master Guardian taken off-
line.
As she sensed Aspasia's Shadow "work" the Easter Island guardian she saw that
her minor efforts, which had taken so much of her willpower to do, were just
drops of water on an ocean compared to the power that Aspasia's Shadow could
exert as he became one with the guardian. She "saw" him absorbing data at a
phenomenal speed. Kelly kept her psyche still, afraid to attract his
attention.
As quickly as information was going into Aspasia's Shadow's essence, orders
were
being issued by him.
Kelly tried to keep track of what he was doing but it was like watching
Niagara
Falls and trying to discern each drop of water going over the edge. Still she
did glean a few things. And then she waited, crouching, hiding inside the
computer, until Aspasia's Shadow broke free and his essence was gone. She had
an
idea of his plans, but more importantly, she had an idea of his priorities.
Then she began to work on the message she would try to send.
Aspasia's Shadow felt more confident as he disconnected from the guardian and
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progressing well and he had a good idea what Artad had planned. He had
instructed the guardian to implement a strategy to counter Artad's efforts to
acquire Excalibur, and to recover the Master Guardian itself. The latter was
something he had begun planning many years ago. Aspasia's Shadow had many
potential plans in place.
He retrieved the stone and held it over the end of the Grail. The flat
surface
opened. Aspasia's Shadow slid his hand inside, placing the stone into the
slight
depression. He gasped as the opening irised shut against his wrist, trapping
his
hand.
A tingling sensation began to tickle the skin of the hand. The tingling grew
stronger, becoming pain. His hand felt as if it were on fire, yet Aspasia's
Shadow remained perfectly still. Rivulets of sweat coursed down his pale
skin.
Then the pain began to move up his arm toward his shoulder and, strangely,
Aspasia's Shadow smiled.
All of Easter Island was enclosed in a hemispheric shield, impervious to most
forms of attack. Inside the shield, on the surface of Easter Island,
Aspasia's
Shadow's orders only confirmed what had begun days ago. Thousands of humans
went
about the tasks the nanovirus inside of them directed them to do. At the same
time, nanotechs went about their business.
Nanotechnology was a science that human scientists had just begun to explore
while the guardian had perfected it. The concept was basic. All things are
made
from atoms. The properties of those things are determined by the way those
atoms
are arranged. If atoms could be rearranged at the molecular level then the
possibilities of what could be constructed was limitless. Not only that, but
the
normal waste produced in most manufacturing processes would be eliminated.
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technology was self-replication. Its nanotechs could manufacture more of
themselves, just as the nanovirus it had invented to control humans could
replicate and spread, much like a regular virus. The Guides and the followers
who had come to Easter Island, along with all the military personnel who had

come into contact with the nanovirus, were now all under the thrall of the
guardian.
Two men who had once been Navy SEALs, "Popeye" McGraw and Frank Olivetti,
were
summoned by the guardian. The two had recently infiltrated the island to try
to
discover what was happening, but they had been captured and infected with the
nanovirus, absorbed into the forces on the island. Under the influence of the
nanovirus they walked down the tunnel from the surface to the guardian
chamber.
Aspasia's Shadow was lying on the floor to one side of the golden triangle, a
smile on his face, eyes closed. The two ignored him and Kelly Reynolds's
withered figure as they approached the guardian. The nanovirus was enough to
control a person's body, but for what these two would be tasked to do, more

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control and adaptation was needed.
They both leaned against the side of the pyramid, bodies touching the metal.
They were encompassed in the golden glow, the alien computer working on their
minds, transforming them into Guides who would do what they were programmed
to
without needing constant activity and updating by the nanovirus. In addition
to
the mission they were given, the skills necessary to accomplish this were
also
implanted in their minds.
Since they would be traveling far from Easter Island into a harsh environment,
a
few special measures were taken. While they were still in the thrall of the
guardian, several microma-chines skittered across the floor of the cavern,
metallic spiders with various appendages poking from their frames. They
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modifications to them in conjunction with specific nano-viruses for parts of
their bodies.
A miniature satellite transmitter and receiver was inserted just behind their
right ears, attached to the skull with bone screws. Skin was grafted over the
device. The wire antenna for the satcom was slipped under the skin and looped
around the skull. Variations of the nanovirus immediately went to work on
healing the incisions. Also, a special form of nanovirus that the guardian
had
just designed was injected into each man's lungs and went to work on those
organs.
When the guardian was done with them, the golden glow faded. Marines scooped
up
the unconscious and recuperating bodies and carried them out of the chamber
to
the surface. Other Marines picked up equipment they had been instructed to
bring
from a supply depot. The SEALs and equipment were carried to an F-14 Tomcat.
The
Marines stowed the rucksacks full of gear inside the cramped cockpit, before
sliding the two unconscious SEALs into the seats and strapping them in. The
Marines stepped back and the canopy descended, locking in place. The engine
started up and the plane taxied to the end of the runway under the control of
its flight computer. A second plane was right behind it, an S-3 Lockheed
Viking.
The F-14 roared down the runway and into the air, turning hard as soon as it
was
airborne to stay inside the shield. The Viking was right behind it and with
both
airborne, the island shield was dropped for a moment and the two aircraft
flew
off to the west. The shield snapped back into place as soon as they were
clear.
McGraw and Olivetti were unconscious inside the F-14 as the flight plan
programmed by the guardian flew the craft. Somewhere deep inside their
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minds their essences as independent human beings still existed. That their
bodies and skills were to be used in the service of the aliens was a horror
of
which they were aware but powerless to fight. It was the worst possible thing
that could be done to a Navy SEAL, a fate far worse than death.

PACIFIC OCEAN

Six hundred and ninety-five nautical miles northwest of Easter Island Captain
Porter, commander of the Los Angeles class attack submarine USS Norfolk was
looking into the eyepiece of his periscope at the largest ship in the world,
the
Jahre Viking. It was cruising between two of the largest warships in the
world,
the supercarriers Washington and Stennis. Surrounding those three massive
ships,
each longer than the Empire State Building was tall, were the escort ships
that
had once been part of the US Navy's Task Forces seventy-eight and
seventy-nine.
Porter had been briefed that the human hands that now ran those shops were
directed by minds infected with an alien nanovirus and were not to be
considered
friendlies. Since departing Pearl Harbor he had been operating under radio
silence, cut off from updates.
That was easier said than done, Porter knew as he zoomed in on the
Washington,
the closer of the Nimitz class carriers. He'd been on that ship for six
months
as part of his career training and knew quite a few officers assigned to it.
His submarine was sitting still in the water, all systems reduced to bare
minimum functioning. His sonarman had already informed him that the escort
ships
were actively searching the water for intruders_surface, subsurface, and air.
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Pearl Harbor and set up in a loose semicircle between Hawaii and Easter
Island
to intercept the fleet.
Satellite imagery had tracked the fleet and Porter knew that the other five
subs
were closing on this location, much like the German wolf packs had gathered
in
the North Atlantic during World War II.
Porter turned the scope slightly, back to what appeared to be the flagship of
the fleet. He knew from his recognition handbooks that the Viking was the
largest man-made moving object on the planet. Even the supercarriers were
dwarfed by the former oil tanker as it pounded its way through the waves.
Porter's mission was to slow the convoy down to allow the other five
submarines
time to get in place. With three major targets coming into range, there was
no
question which one he would fire on. Despite the orders and explanations from
higher headquarters, he was loath to fire on a Navy ship.

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The problem, as his executive officer/weapons specialist had pointed out to
him,
was that the Jahre Viking, besides being huge, was constructed in a manner
that
almost defied attack. Like all modern supertankers it was double-hulled to
prevent oil spills, a feature that would also help defeat attack by torpedo.
Additionally, its interior was composed of oiltight_which also meant
watertight_
holds. Even if he managed to breach the double hull, he would only be able to
flood one compartment.
Porter had passed the problem on to his crew, letting them war-game possible
courses of action as they steamed to their present location. His executive
officer had come with a suggestion that Porter felt was worth the attempt.
There was the additional issue of a report that the ships might have the same
sort of shield generator that surrounded and protected Easter Island. Porter
clicked on a small button on the periscope handle, zooming in on the large
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seen photos of the opaque shield that surrounded Easter Island_obviously, if
there was one here, it was clear. If there was one, Porter thought once more
to
himself.
"XO, are we ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sending targeting information," Porter told him as he clicked another button
and the top of the scope "lased" the Jahre Viking with a quick series of
laser
pulses that would give the targeting computer range, speed, and direction of
the
massive target. Porter knew missing was out of the question but the plan
called
for precise shooting.
"We've got it," the XO reported. "Ready when you are, sir."
Porter did a quick scan from side to side. To remain undetected, he had
turned
off sonar and the surface radar on the periscope. He wondered briefly how
effectively the escort ships would react_he had conducted war game missions
against his own Navy many times but had never thought he would be doing it
for
real. He knew the escort's antisubmarine capability and it was enough to cause
a
small trickle of sweat to go down his back.
"Fire at will."
Unlike the submarines of World War II, the tubes on the Norfolk were
amidships
and vertical. The reason_the MK-48 torpedoes they fired weren't line of
sight,
but guided either by wire or preprogrammed targeting. In this case, the XO
had
preprogrammed every MK-48 on board, all twenty-four.
Four torpedoes rushed out of the tubes. As soon as they were gone, crewmen
rushed to reload. As the MK-48s rushed toward the Jahre Viking, they moved on
two tracks, two torpedoes each. The trail torpedo was two seconds behind the
lead missile. The XO's idea had been to blow a hole in the outer hull with
the
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with another warhead to breach the inner hull. Right at a junction between
two
cells, flooding both. And subsequent volleys would do the same from stern to
stern.
"Tracking," the XO reported. "Twenty seconds."
Porter looked through the periscope. He noted that the closest escort, a
destroyer, was already turning toward their location. Through his shoes,
Porter
felt the deckplates shudder every so slightly as the next volley of torpedoes
was fired.
"We're being pinged," the sonarman reported.
"Keep firing," Porter ordered. He could see the destroyer closing. He turned
the
handles, putting the Jahre Viking dead center in the crosshairs.
'Ten seconds."
Even without headphones he could hear the oncoming destroyer's sonar fixing
their location.
"Five seconds."
Two geysers exploded out of the ocean. "Too soon," Porter muttered. Another
two
geysers as the sound of the first explosions reached the sub. As the geysers
settled back, he could see the Jahre Viking unscathed, continuing on course.
Porter spun about to face his bridge crew. "Helm. Hard right rudder, flank
speed. Crash dive." As the Klaxon announcing the dive sounded, he took a
couple
of steps toward his communications officer. "Radio Pearl. Tell them the ships
do
have a shield. Warn off the other subs. There's nothing we can do."

Checking the instruments, Porter noted that they were descending quickly
while
accelerating away from the fleet.
"Range to destroyer?" he asked.
"One thousand meters and closing."
"Prepare countermeasures," Porter ordered.
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that they wouldn't be able to get clear without the escort attacking them. In
simulations his crew had managed to beat an escort 50 percent of the time.
Now
he was going to find out how realistic those simulations were.
"MKs are in water," his sonarman announced. "Tracking two. Range one
thousand."
The best weapon against a submarine was the same weapon Porter had just tried
using_MK-48 ADCAP torpedoes.
"Launch decoy," he ordered.
A small, but very "loud" submersible was fired out of one of the torpedo
tubes
and raced away, in the hope of drawing off the two incoming torpedoes. Porter
realized he was gripping the edge of his command chair, his knuckles white,
and
he forced the muscles in his arm to relax.
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"Prepare for impact," Porter ordered.
"Three hundred." The sonarman's voice rose. "One is breaking off. Tracking
the
decoy!"
Fifty percent, Porter thought.
"One hundred."
Porter braced himself, his mind flashing to every submariner's horror of
implosion. He, along with everyone else on board, flinched as there was a
loud
thud from the direction of the bow. Porter blinked. But no explosion.
"A dud!" His executive officer was the first to say it.
"Helm, keep us moving out of here," Porter ordered. "Damage control?"
The XO hit the intercom, contacting the forward compartments. "Any damage?"
Porter recognized the voice of one of his chief petty officers. "Nothing we
can
see. It hit"_there was a burst of static_"bulkhead. There's some"_another
burst
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"You have the conn," Porter yelled at his XO as he dashed toward the forward
hatch. He raced down the passageway, his movement slowed by having to open
every
hatch. As he reached the hatch just before the compartment they had been
talking
to, he stopped in shock as he noted a ripple effect in the metal. As he
grabbed
the round handle, he felt a sharp pain in his hands as if the metal were hot.
He pulled his hands away and stared at them. No burn marks. But the pain was
still there. Moving up his arms. His eyes widened as he saw the veins bulging
in
his arms_and they were black.
Captain Porter screamed as the nanovirus reached his brain. A scream that was
echoed along the length of the ship as the microscopic metallic virus invaded
every crew member.
IRAN
General Kashir commanded an army division headquartered in Tabriz in
northwest
Iran. It was a precarious post given the locale. To the north were Armenia
and
Azerbaijan. To the west Turkey, and below it Iraq. While the rest of the
world
had forgotten, no Iranian who had lived and fought through it could forget
the
brutal eleven-year war Iran and Iraq had waged against each other from 1979

through 1990. Almost two million had died during the fighting and neither
side
had gained more than a few kilometers of worthless desert despite countless
offensives.
The illegal use of chemical weapons, children being forced to charge across
minefields to "clear" them, and execution of prisoners were all practices
engaged in by both sides. A cease-fire was agreed to in 1990 but no peace
treaty
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provinces to the north and east, and the ever-present revolt of the Kurdish
people throughout the area, and the region was as unstable as it had always
been. With the recent assassination of Hussein in Iraq, all the militaries in
the region were on high alert. There were those preaching_as ever_for a jihad
against Israel, but Kashir knew that blood spite between Arabs would always
rate
higher than enmity for the Jews.
There had been numerous "cleansings" of the officer ranks by the religious
government and Kashir had not only survived them all over the years, he'd
been
promoted up the ranks to his present position. He owed everything to a secret
alliance he had made early in his career.
His office was located on the top floor of the tallest building in the city,
with a commanding view not only of the town, but the surrounding countryside.
As
he had done daily for the past several years, he turned on his computer and
accessed a secure e-mail server.
Unlike every one of those days, today there was a message waiting from his
secret benefactor.
At first Kashir simply stared at the screen in shock for several moments. The
subject line was the proper code word: scimitar.
And there was only one person who had this address. Known for years as
Al-Iblis
to intelligence agencies around the world, he was now known as Aspasia's
Shadow.
Kashir owed his rank and this position to Al-Iblis's machinations over the
years
and now he knew that the marker was being called in.
Kashir clicked the mouse and the message appeared. When he was done reading
it,
his eyes were drawn to the wide windows on the northern side of his office.
It
was a clear day and far in the distance he could make out a white-covered
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miles away, but high enough to be visible. It was also over the border in
Turkey.
"Agri Dagi," Kashir muttered as he stood and walked over to the window. It
was
the name the locals called the peak. To the rest of the world, it was better
known as Mount Ararat. And his orders from Aspasia's Shadow were to secure
the
mountain, even if it meant invading Turkey and causing a war.
General Kashir picked up his phone and ordered his aide-de-camp to assemble
his
staff.
MARS
From the base, the summit of Mons Olympus, despite being three times taller
than
Mount Everest, wasn't visible, as it was far enough away to be over the
horizon
of Mars. It was the largest volcano in the Tharsis Bulge, a ring of high
mountains around Mars that were so massive they had caused the axis of Mars
to
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The dimensions of Mons Olympus were staggering. Over fifteen miles high. Over
340 miles in width at the base. The volcano was surrounded by an escarpment
over
four miles high. It was the highest and largest mountain in the solar system.
And on the southeast edge of the escarpment, the greatest engineering feat in
the solar system was under way by an army of robots. Eight-legged
mech-diggers
were tearing into the escarpment, cutting a path through it, using the rubble
to
build up a ramp that extended over one hundred miles into the surrounding
plain.
Mech-scouts were ahead of the diggers, near the peak, scuttling about on six
legs, setting beacons into the rocky soil in a grid pattern. The machines
were
being controlled by a guardian computer located underground at Cydonia, a
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tion that had long stirred controversy on Earth because of images taken of
the
area by probes showing a "face" and other nonnatural shapes on the surface.
They
indeed turned out to be not natural_an Airlia base where Aspasia had been
exiled
after Atlantis was destroyed. He, his fleet, and most of his followers were
killed when Turcotte booby-trapped the Area 51 mothership in space and
exploded
it as Aspasia and his followers tried to board.
The remaining handful of Airlia living at Cydonia were cut off not only from
their home world but from Earth as Aspasia's Shadow ignored them, retribution
for millennia of being cut off from them and battling on Earth without their
support as they slept.
In a long path from Cydonia to Mons Olympus, a line of mech-carriers was
moving,
their claws, gripping debris uncovered from the ruins of the "face." The
movement had been noticed on Earth and was being tracked by Larry Kincaid, a
NASA specialist who was part of the Area 51 team. The purpose of the movement
and what was planned on Mons Olympus, however, remained a mystery.


DIMONA, NEGEV DESERT, ISRAEL


Simon Sherev nodded at the four guards behind the bullet-and blast-proof
glass
as he passed their station. The four men watched him with cold eyes, muzzles
of
their Uzis stuck through portals following him even though they knew who he
was
and around his neck was the proper access card. The men took their jobs very
seriously for behind the large steel vault doors to their rear lay the true
might of Israel: two dozen atomic warheads.
That vault, while it was the most important charge in Sherev's command at
Dimona, was not his destination. Instead he continued down the underground
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came to a second vault. It held objects that had power of a different kind.
Sherev showed his pass to the soldiers guarding this bunker, then pressed his
face against a retinal scanner. The bulletproof clear door opened with a loud
click.
Sherev stepped through, passed the guards, then repeated the process with the
vault door. It slowly swung open, lights automatically going on inside.
Sherev
went inside and hit the control shutting the door behind him. The vault was
about forty feet deep by twenty wide, with a high ceiling. Three rows of
tables
went from front to rear. On them were various artifacts, some human, some
they
had found to be Airlia.

His focus, however, was on the closest table and the most recent addition to
the
state of Israel's secret archives. Taken from the Mission's base under Mount
Sinai, the Ark of the Covenant rested on a cloth-covered platform. Sherev
stopped just short of the table, getting his first good look at the artifact.
The Ark was three feet high and wide and about four feet long. The surface
was
gold-plated. On the lid were two sphinxlike figures with ruby-red eyes. From
the
reports he'd received, Sherev knew that when the Ark had contained the Grail,
the eyes had been an active security system, killing any who approached
unless
he wore a special garment that lay next to the Ark on the same table. It
appeared that removing the Grail had deactivated the system.
Sherev ran a hand along the top of the Ark of the Covenant. Even he who had
grown cynical during his decades fighting Israel's covert wars was touched by
actually being in the presence of something so essential to his country's
faith.
Even though he knew it was an Airlia artifact, he could still envision it
being
carried across the desert by his ancestors.
Since recovering the Ark of the Covenant from the Mission, Sherev had spent
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his parents had raised him in. Sherev swallowed hard as the implications
struck
home with full force, here in the presence of the Ark. The Ark of the
Covenant_
but what covenant? Was Moses the man whom his countrymen believed in, or, as
now
appeared, someone very different? Had Moses been a Guide under the influence
of
an alien guardian, a pawn in the civil war between the factions? Or had he
acted
of his own free will? And even if he had, did it make any difference if the
Ark
was an Airlia artifact and his trip up Mount Sinai had not been to speak to
God,
but to speak with Aspasia's Shadow?
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killed
those of other countries who'd fought for their beliefs. If all were lies_
Sherev was startled as the phone on the wall near the door emitted an
irritating
buzz. Reluctantly he went over to it and lifted the receiver.
"Sherev," he snapped.
"Sir." He recognized the voice of his senior aide. "Intelligence reports that
Jordanian, Syrian, and Egyptian forces are mobilizing."
Sherev was not surprised. The Iraqis and Iranians had been on full wartime
footing since the moment it was announced that Saddam Hussein had been
assassinated.
"We have been ordered to prepare to go to stage three," the aide continued.
Sherev's eyes went to the wall of the chamber, as if he could see into the
next
one, where the bombs rested. Stage three meant the warheads were to be moved
to
the surface in preparation for deployment to their various delivery
platforms.
In his years there they had never gone to stage three, not even during the
Gulf
War, when Saddam had fired Scuds at Israel. But again, Sherev was not
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"And, sir_" The aide hesitated; making Sherev wonder what could be worse than
the news he had just received.
"Yes?"
"Hasher Lakur is here."
Lakur was an influential member of Parliament and the one who had gotten the
government to trade the thummin and urim to Al-Iblis_who they now knew was

Aspasia's Shadow_in exchange for Saddam's assassination. It had been a deal
with
the devil that Sherev had opposed.
"What does he want?"
"The Ark."
Sherev turned back to the table on which the artifact rested. He didn't need
to
ask. He knew why Lakur wanted it_as a symbol to the country, to unite them in
the coming war. But it was an empty symbol, Sherev knew, both literally and
figuratively.
"He has authority from the Parliament to claim it," the aide added.
Sherev hit the open button and the vault door slowly swung wide. He could see
soldiers in the corridor, already moving to get the nukes. He almost laughed
from the insanity. Nuclear warheads and the legendary Ark of the Covenant. An
interesting combination for Armageddon.

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CHAPTER 5: THE PAST
TUNGUSKA 1908

The scout ship had followed the previous ship's trail for over four thousand
Earth years. Time meant little to those who crossed the vastness of space,
and
especially the creatures inside the ship. Owing to their life span, they
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time very differently from humans. Also, the crew had been in suspension for
most of the journey. They remained in that state as the craft decelerated
from
interstellar speed, a process that took several years and a long orbit around
the system's star.
The crew was awakened as the ship approached the inner planets. Knowing the
first ship had disappeared somewhere in the vicinity of this star system, the
crew maneuvered with more diligence. They picked up signs of civilization on
the
third planet and headed toward it.
The scout ship entered the atmosphere of the third planet, searching for any
sign of the first craft and scanning the civilization. It was passing above
the
world's largest landmass when it was struck by an unexpected bolt of power
from
below and exploded.
The craft was seriously damaged and the crew tried desperately to retreat to
the
safety of space, but to no avail. It lost altitude, screaming through the
atmosphere over the planet's largest landmass. An escape craft holding some
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popped out of one side, while a few members tried to bring the crippled scout
in
for a landing.
They failed, and it smashed into the planet, the explosion devastating the
countryside, on a scale not seen since meteors had hit the planet many
millennia
earlier.
The escape craft raced around the planet, settling in to land underwater, as
far
away from the crash site as possible. Sensors on the fourth planet picked up
the
escape craft, but also the lack of any signal from the main ship before
destruction.
All went back to the status quo.
In the submerged escape craft, the few survivors slowly began to study the
planet on which they had landed, prepared to spend many years doing so before
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CHAPTER 6: The Present
EASTER ISLAND

Aspasia's Shadow lay perfectly still. His eyes were closed and his chest was
barely moving. His body was bathed in the golden light of the guardian. The
Grail was on the table next to him.
There were two things happening in the chamber.
Kelly Reynolds's wasted body was twitching and vibrating as her mind
struggled
to find a way to send out a message of warning and information. She had
picked
out the critical parts of Aspasia's Shadow's plan and knew she had to get the
information out. And she was quite close to accomplishing that very thing.

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And at the end of Aspasia's Shadow's right arm, at the severed wrist, where
raw
flesh and bone met the air, there was a black-and-red foam bubbling up. And
millimeter by millimeter, a new hand began to grow.

BEIJING, CHINA

The Chinese president held a videotape in his hand as he entered the hall of
the
National People's Conference. The buzz among the delegates about the suddenly
called Assembly fell away to respectful silence as the president made his way
to
the front of the hall.
Just before he mounted the podium, he handed the video to a technician. He
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"The videotaped message I am about to show you was just received by my
office.
It was transmitted from Qian-Ling."
He gestured and the room went dim. The large screen behind him flickered. A
short Chinese man in a golden robe appeared. Behind him was a seven-foot-tall
alien with red cat eyes and red hair. There was absolute silence in the hall.
The creature_an Airlia they knew from news reports from the West_began
speaking
in a singsong voice. The man in front translated in Chinese.
The speech went on for ten minutes but the summation was simple: join Artad
or
be his enemy. And Artad's Shadow had been ShiHuangdi, the Yellow Emperor, the
founder of China as they knew it. They had less than one hour to vote and
make
their decision.
When the screen went blank the hall exploded in pandemonium.

AREA 51

Turcotte cursed. A buzzing noise had been sounding for the last minute. He
reached into his pocket and pulled out his SATPhone. He cocked his arm back
to
throw it away. He was about a hundred meters away from the runway, a
kilometer
away from Area 51 and still walking into the desert.
Turcotte sat down in the sand. The phone continued to ring. Decades of
training
fought with his emotions. Discipline versus feeling. He flipped the phone
open.
"What?"
"It's Quinn. The Chinese have been issued an ultimatum by Artad. Join him or
fight him. The Stennis and the Washington along with the Jahre Viking are
headed
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process."
Turcotte lay on his back, staring up at the blue sky. His anger was gone. He
felt so tired all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep. To forget
about
it all. "And? Nothing I can do about any of that."
"Kelly Reynolds has sent us a message. Text. Forwarded through Pearl to us."
Turcotte sat up straight. "Kelly?" The thought of the reporter stranded on
Easter Island stirred him. She'd hoped the aliens could bring good to the
human
race and he knew that her current situation made him seem like a whining
child.
"Yes."
"How did she get it out?"
"She piggybacked it via the guardian SAT-link to the fleet they've captured.
I
can display it on your phone."
"Do it." Turcotte pulled the phone away and read the lines on the small
screen.

THE GRAIL IS HERE
ASPASIA'S SHADOW HAS PARTAKEN
HIS FLEET WILL ATTACK HAWAII
CONSOLIDATE, THEN ASSAULT US WEST
COAST
THEN WORLD
FLEET IS PROTECTED WITH SHIELD
EASTER ISLAND PROTECTED WITH SHIELD
FIND MASTER GUARDIAN TO DROP ALL
SHIELDS
AND DEPROGRAM NANOVIRUS
LOCATION MASTER GUARDIAN
LOCATION MASTER GUARDIAN

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IN MOTHERSHIP
IN MOTHERSHIP
BUT MASTER GUARDIAN NEEDS KEY TO BE
FREED TO WORK
BUT MASTER GUARDIAN NEEDS KEY TO BE
FREED TO WORK
KEY IS EXCALIBUR, MUST BE FREED
FROM SCABBARD
KEY IS EXCALIBUR, MUST BE FREED
FROM SCABBARD
ASPASIA'S SHADOW SEEKS EXCALIBUR
ASPASIA'S SHADOW SEEKS EXCALIBUR
ON SAGAMARTHA
ON SAGAMARTHA

Turcotte read the message one more time, then put the phone back to his ear
as
he got to his feet. "What else?"
"Mualama has something on the second mothership. Also, Yakov's been going
through the German archives and has found some interesting stuff."
"What about Excalibur?"
"Mualama thinks the Watchers had it but then it disappeared." Quinn paused.
"I
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the
Master Guardian, Excalibur, and the shields."
"What is Sagamartha?"
"I'm checking on that."

There was a lot in the message that Turcotte turned over in his mind. "What
else?"
"Someone else must think we know something, too," Quinn said.
"Who?"
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"Why?"
"How the hell should I know?"
The explosion from the usually mild and meek Major Quinn caused Turcotte to
smile for the first time in a long while.
"I think he wants your advice about the Alien Fleet, considering you had me
send
the warning about the shield," Quinn added in a milder tone. "Given that
we're
the 'experts' on the Airlia."
"Put him through," Turcotte said.

PACIFIC OCEAN

The entire Alien Fleet slowed to a halt. The maneuver took a while as the
mass
of the three capital ships was enormous and, even with their screws turning
at
full-thrust reverse, it was over twenty minutes before they became still. The
massive doors the nanomachines had built into the bow of the Jahre Viking
slowly
swung open.
Inside, two submarines, identical in appearance down to the name stenciled on
the sail_USS Springfield_floated side by side. One was the original, captured
by
Aspasia's Shadow's forces off the shore of Easter Island. The other was the
copy, made by the nanomachines.
Both powered up and sailed out of the bow, slipping below the waves, taking
their place in the fleet. All the ships began moving again, picking up speed.
Inside the massive open area in the front of the Jahre Viking, two more
copies
of the attack submarine Springfield began to materialize molecule by
molecule.
The two in the water were different from the original Springfield, Los
Angeles
class, though. Near the bow on either side were newly constructed intakes. As
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along a series of baffles that increased the pressure and speed of the flow,
then ejected it through two openings just in front of the rear fins.
A standard LA class sub was rated at almost thirty-five knots, very fast
indeed
for a submarine. With the added propulsion system, the two subs began
accelerating away until they were slicing through the water at over sixty
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AIRSPACE CENTRAL PACIFIC OCEAN

The F-14 carrying McGraw and Olivetti edged behind the S-3 Viking airborne
tanker. A refueling probe extended downward and latched onto the intake on
the
F-14. Fuel from the large pods underneath the wings of the Viking flowed
through
the probe and into the nearly empty tanks of the F-14. The transfer continued
for over two minutes until both pods were empty, then fuel from the rest of
the
Viking's tanks were tapped until they were drained and the F-14's full.
The probe disconnected. The Viking's engines coughed, sputtered, then died.
The
plane nosed over and fell toward the ocean. The infected crew made no attempt
to
make an emergency water landing. It smashed into the ocean killing all on
board
and shattering into pieces.

In the sky above, the F-14 continued on its way across the Pacific on the
mission assigned by Aspasia's Shadow. Inside the cockpit, the nanovirus was
at
work on both men's lungs, rearranging cells.
"Popeye" McGraw stirred in his machine-induced coma, crying out, almost like
a
dog having a bad dream, his hands weakly reaching out and pawing for the
ejection seat handle. The cry turned to a yelp of pain as the Guide
imprinting
took charge, and punished the part of his brain that was still "free."
McGraw's
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BEIJING, CHINA

The vote in the Chinese Assembly in Beijing was swift and overwhelmingly in
favor of siding with Artad. Several factors weighed in that decision.
First, was the fact that Artad's Shadow had been ShiHuangdi. The first
emperor
in a country that, despite almost a half century of Communist rule, still
revered the days when it was the Middle Kingdom and the center of the world.
Here was an opportunity for China to return to its place as the leader of the
world with the alien's help. This was the deciding factor for the more
emotional
of the Chinese legislators.
Second, was the fact that the nuclear strike on Qian-Ling had been defeated.
The
more practical legislators saw it as a case of it you can't beat him, join
him.
Even if the "him" was an alien.
Third, were the reports of what had happened to the American ships around
Easter
Island. A war was shaping up between the alien factions and there had been no
offer of alliance from Aspasia's Shadow on Easter Island. While the Chinese
cheered the defeat of the Americans fleets, they also realized that the
United
States might just be the first domino to fall before Aspasia's Shadow's
forces.

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Fourth, Chinese forces were already massing on the coast across from Taiwan
and
along the borders with North Korea and Vietnam. The world was in turmoil, the
dreaded American fleet in the Pacific was for the moment not a factor, and
the
Chinese military was clamoring that it was time for China to strike. An
alliance
with Artad would undoubtedly help all their planned moves.
Fifth, Qian-Ling was in western China, where ethnic Muslim forces were
revolting. With Artad's help, the Chinese politicians believed they could
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In the end, only six of three hundred voted against the alliance.
The agreement was messaged to Qian-Ling.
The six were taken out of the parliament into the Square and summarily
executed
with a bullet to the base of their skulls. Their bodies were strung up to
lampposts with cardboard signs hung around their necks proclaiming them
traitors
to the new Middle Kingdom.
The orders for the various military forces to prepare to attack both Korea
and
Taiwan were also sent.
And special orders, as dictated by Artad, were sent to military detachments
stationed in western China.

KASHGAR, CHINA

Over two thousand miles away from the capital in Beijing, Kashgar was the
provincial capital of the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region. As such it was
far
removed from much of the political maneuvering that occurred in the east.

However, despite the distance, the Chinese military remained firmly in
control
in Kashgar.
When the commander of the garrison received the order from Beijing to prepare
a
special operations team for an assault to the west there was no questioning
the
command. The aircraft and troops were alerted. However, the orders stated
they
were not to move until some special envoys arrived.

QIAN-LING

A Chinese helicopter landed on a dirt road just outside the black shield wall
protecting Qian-Ling. A crew chief jumped off, sliding the door to the cargo
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then waited. The land was scorched from the nuclear weapon, which the Chinese
had detonated in an attempt to destroy Qian-Ling and the aliens inside.
That things had changed was obvious as the shield wall flickered off for a
few
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the
helicopter and got on board. The aircraft was off the ground in a hurry, the
pilots not wanting to be in the "hot" area or near the strange shield longer
than needed.
In the rear of the chopper, Lexina and her cohorts, Elek and Coridan, were on
the first leg of the mission they had been given by Artad.

PEARL HARBOR, HAWAII

Admiral Kenzie shut off his SATPhone. What Turcotte had just told him
confirmed
his worst fears. He looked at the satellite imagery once more. There was no
mistaking the two carriers flanking the massive tanker. The last message from
the Norfolk lay crumpled on his desk. Kenzie was CINC-PAC, Command in Chief,
Pacific Area Command. The last month of his tenure had been a disaster on a
scale exceeding the worst in American military history. The two captured
carriers and assorted escort ships in the photo pictured two-thirds of his
naval
might.

He had one carrier group left in this hemisphere_the USS Kennedy. It was
anchored less than a mile away in Pearl Harbor. And the Alien Fleet_his own
ships_were less than a day away, steaming at flank speed.
Through the windows of his office, Kenzie could see Honolulu to the east, all
the way to Diamond Head. There were a million people on Oahu, with another
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people. Never, not once since taking this position, had Kenzie ever thought
those people would be threatened. He never dreamed that he would have to make
the decision facing him today.
His phone buzzed and his secretary's voice came out of the box. "The
president
is on the line, Admiral."
He stared at the phone for a moment, then picked it up. "Mister President,
Admiral Kenzie here."
"I've been listening to my National Security Council, Admiral, about the
various
options. None of them sound good to me. You're the man in the hot seat. What
do
you say?"
"Mister President, I recommend Task Force Eighty put to sea."
"And?"

"Sir, we can't penetrate the shields surrounding the ships in the Alien Fleet.
I
believe that fighting it out will only end the same way the last several
confrontations with the Airlia fleet have been resolved_with Task Force
Eighty
becoming assimilated into their forces. And Eighty is the last line of
defense
not just for Hawaii but for the West Coast of the United States."
The president's voice rose. "So you're just going to turn tail and hide?"
"No, sir." Kenzie turned his chair so he could look out of his office to the
west. Like a forest of gray, he could see the masts of the ships anchored in
Pearl. "I want permission to take the fleet to sea, swing westward around the
Alien Fleet_which Aspasia's Shadow won't expect_and prepare to attack Easter
Island when the shield is turned off."

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Kenzie realized he had to phrase this most carefully. "I am under the
impression
that various covert units are working on that very problem."
There was a long silence, then the president's voice came back. "That is the
advice I am receiving here. God help us."

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CHAPTER 7: THE PAST
LONDON, ENGLAND

Spring 1924
"Because it is there."
The answer took the reporters by surprise. They'd expected a long patriotic
speech about why George Mallory was attempting the Everest climb for God,
Queen,
and country. He was standing on the wharf, next to the loading plank for the
ship that would take him and his partner Sandy Irvine to India and it was the
last time the English press would have a chance to talk to him.
He ignored the shouted questions and raised his hands, quelling the outburst.
"You will have to excuse me, gentlemen, but I must do one last check of
equipment before we sail. I would hate to have forgotten something
important."
As the reporters laughed, he turned without a smile and walked up the
gangplank,
his new partner Irvine right behind him. The gear was packed belowdecks and
Mallory disappeared through a hatchway. Irvine hesitated, then went toward
the
rear of the ship once his partner was out of sight. A man in a long black
coat
waited in the shadows near the wheelhouse.
"Very interesting answer Mr. Mallory gave," the man said as Irvine came up to
him. The man's face was lined and his dark hair streaked with gray. His eyes
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with an inner light, darting about manically. He held up his hand and made a
strange gesture, a secret sign that Irvine returned with the appropriate hand
signal.
"I am Nikola Tesla," the man said.
"I have heard of you," Irvine said. "There are some who say you have
harnessed
great powers."
"Some will say anything," Tesla said evasively. "What exactly do you think he
was referring to when he said 'it'? The mountain? Or_" Tesla paused, then put
emphasis on the word: "'it'?"
Irvine shrugged. "Does it matter?"
"Yes!" Tesla hissed. "This is more important than your pride."

Irvine was unfazed by the outburst. "You've never seen Everest. Never stood
in
its shadow."
"Everest is not the goal. What is hidden there must be protected."
"I will do what is required."
"You must stop him_and the thing inside of him," Tesla said.

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"Yes, yes." Irvine was anxious to be off.
"You must be careful," Tesla said. "Watch Mallory closely."
"That is why I am doing this," Irvine said.
"You are doing this because you were ordered to," Tesla said.
"I am doing this, yes, because I was ordered," Irvine agreed, "but also
because
it will be one of the greatest achievements in history. The North and South
Poles have been conquered. Everest is the last, great unknown."
"And that is why it is there," Tesla said.
Irvine frowned. "And if Mallory is"_he searched for a word_"corrupted? How do
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"Kill the host body high enough, then the Ancient Enemy cannot survive."
"You are certain of this?"
Tesla nodded. "I've learned much. I destroyed their craft years ago, but we
know
now some survived. The Ancient Enemy is very patient. It has spent years
gathering information, learning where it is, and now it is finally taking an
action."
"Why now?" Irvine asked.
"Because the peak finally seems within man's capability of climbing and
coming
back down."
"We hope it is," Irvine said.
"I envy you," Tesla suddenly remarked.
"Why?"
"Because you will see it."
"If I make it there," Irvine said. "And find the location."
"That is secondary." With that Tesla strode away.

MOUNT EVEREST

Summer 1924
A hundred-foot-high vertical step blocked the path. It was a rock outcropping
from the mountain rising above the northwest ridgeline extending down from
the
mountain-top. Sandy Irvine stared at it for several moments, then turned to
Mallory. The elder climber simply pointed up. Mallory had led on the previous
step, and now it was Irvine's turn. He used his ice ax, chiseling out a small
step. Then another. Then two handholds. He levered himself up, then reached
as
far above his head as he could and hammered a piton into a crack in the rock.
He
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Irvine felt the rope tighten around his waist and lift him as Mallory leaned
back on belay. There was no way a man could have reached this point on
Everest,
above twenty-seven thousand feet, climbing alone. This step alone would have
been impossible for one man to climb. How much longer would that hold true,
Irvine wondered. He could not see the summit from his position on the step so
he
continued up, ever so slowly.
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for a hold. He found one and pulled himself up on top of the outcropping. He
lay
still for several moments, simply trying to catch his breath, knowing he
never

would at this altitude as the air was too thin. He rolled onto his back and
looked up. The summit was only five hundred feet above_he started laughing to
himself_ only! And the top of the Kanshung Face, a mile-high almost purely
vertical slab of rock that made up a large part of the north face of the
mountain was to his left. That was where it was.
Irvine slowly got to his feet. He finally knew he could make it the rest of
the
way without help. When he felt a tug on his waist, Irvine looked down.
Mallory
was waiting, his face hidden behind oxygen mask and goggles. Mallory began to
climb, putting pressure on the rope. Irvine belayed. Mallory made quick time
and
was within ten feet of the top when Irvine pulled out a knife and held it
against the rope.
Mallory paused when he noted he wasn't being helped on the belay and looked
up.
Irvine couldn't see his partner's face behind the goggles and mask, for which
he
was glad. It made Mallory seem like a thing, making what he was about to do
more
palatable. Still, he didn't cut the rope. They had been together for months,
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England by ship, then overland by train, and then by horse and_finally_for
months on foot, steadily higher into the Himalayas. He'd found Mallory to be
withdrawn but competent, with little sign of the change Irvine had been told
had
occurred. It had brought forth doubts about what he'd been instructed to do.
Mallory wrapped one arm around the rope, locking himself in place, then
pulled
aside his oxygen mask. "What are you doing?"
"I cannot allow you near it."
Mallory reached with his free hands into his parka and pulled out a small
glowing orb. "This must be placed on it."
"Why?"
'To destroy it."
"Why?"
Mallory cocked his head slightly, as it was a stupid question. "You have no
idea
of the truth."
"I know you've been corrupted by the Ancient Enemy," Irvine said.
Mallory nodded slightly. "It is part of me. But it is here to save you."
"That is not what is written."
Mallory didn't reply. He reached up for a handhold. With that, Irvine cut the
rope.
Mallory desperately clung to the side of the mountain. He didn't speak again
even though his mouth opened up, farther and farther. Irvine could hear bones
cracking and ligaments tearing. Something gray was now visible in Mallory's
mouth, coming forth. Irvine didn't wait to see more. He threw his ice ax at
the
climber and it hit him in the head. Mallory lost his grip, scrambled for it,
then arched backward from the step, free-falling, until he slammed into the
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and then began tumbling, picking up speed. Irvine watched as the body smashed
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fell off the first step they had climbed earlier that morning and was gone
down
the mountain.
Beyond that Irvine knew there was a thousand feet of nearly vertical rock
before
his partner would crash into rock, ice, and snow. The curious thing was that
Mallory had not screamed or made a noise as he slid, as if he accepted and
almost welcomed his fate. The memory of whatever had been coming up into
Mallory's mouth caused Irvine to shudder, even more than the freezing cold
seeping in through his clothing.

Irvine checked the sun, which was well past its apex. He knew if he continued
upward his own death was inevitable. He also knew that he could not make it
down
alone. He looked up at the summit, then across at the top of the Kan-shung
Face.
The summit? Or the other way? Irvine turned toward the Kanshung Face. It was
late in the day and he knew, at best, he would reach the location just before
dark, if not after the sun was gone. And that would seal his fate as
effectively
as a firing squad. And what would be the point of summiting when he was going
to
die there anyway? No one would know of his feat.
He rubbed his goggles, trying to scrape away the ice that constantly formed
on
them. He could barely see twenty feet. As had been true for the past week,
the
ground in front went upward. Ever upward. He was on the roof of the
world_higher
than any other human being on the planet.
He looked up once more, trying to clear his goggles. The sky was clear and
the
wind wasn't howling, about as good as weather got on Everest. The ice on the
lens was too hard and thick and Irvine gave up on his attempts to clear the
goggles and pushed them down so they dangled around his neck. He blinked in
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his eyes, but Irvine ignored the pain as he searched the rock wall for the
climbing route to the left.
He was on the north face of Everest. On Mallory's first trip years earlier he
had proclaimed the north face impossible to climb. The only possible way up
Everest, Mallory had so boldly pronounced, would be via the less steep
southern
approach. Those words had been one of the indicators of trouble when Mallory
announced this expedition and indicated he would use a north side route. High
peaks were visible, all below him, and beyond them the brown plateau of
Tibet.
He could even make out the curvature of the Earth in the far distance.
The terrain grew steeper as he moved away from the ridge that he would have
followed had his primary goal been summiting. He paused as the crampons on
his
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There
was something brown. He reached down with one mittened hand and wiped away
snow.
A frozen face looked back at him, the skin etched where the steel had dug in.
As far as Irvine could tell, the man was dressed in leather. How long he had
lain there, Irvine didn't know for sure but he could make a guess. This was
one
of the party that had put Excalibur here millennia ago. Rather than
discouraging
him, the presence of the body gave Irvine a boost of energy. If men like
this,
with ancient equipment, had conquered the mountain so long ago, surely he
could
go farther. One of the man's hands was clutched to his chest and on a finger
Irvine could make out a large ring, with an eye carved onto the surface.
Irvine reached the edge of the ridge. Beyond was the top of the Kanshung
Face.
Irvine blinked, trying to clear his eyes. There was a thin ledge, less than
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ing out onto the top of the rock wall. It went straight for about fifty
meters,
then disappeared around a rock-and-ice cornice. Below was a vertical drop as
far
as he could see. The wind was sending plumes of snow off the summit, whipping
the white flakes around.
Irvine stepped onto the ledge, arms spread wide, the weight of his pack like
a
hand trying to pull him off the mountain. He shuffled his feet, slowly making
his way along the edge. It took an hour to reach the spur, all the while the
wind and the pack striving to separate him from the rock face.

The cornice was the worst. Reaching around, Irvine could tell it was two feet
wide. The ledge disappeared completely and the rock was smooth. He couldn't
tell
if the ledge continued on the other side. He had to trust that it did. Below
was
air.
Irvine took several deep breaths, only to realize there was very little
oxygen
flowing into his mask. He tried to remember when he had switched over to the
last bottle, but his mind couldn't compute the time.
He swung his left leg around the cornice, feeling the momentum take his body.
He
was committed as he followed through with his left hand. His left boot
scrabbled
for a hold, but his foot was so frozen he couldn't tell if it had found
purchase
or not as he lifted his right foot and let go with his right hand, his body
sliding around the cornice. He fell, was convinced he had failed and would
continue falling, when a shock slammed up his left leg as the boot landed on
a
ledge. His hands scrabbled to keep his body from tipping over.
He hugged the side of the mountain so tightly, the right side of his face
froze
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widened to six feet deep, almost a cave. Set in the rear of this indent in
the
side of Mount Everest, frozen into a sheet of ice almost a foot thick, was
Excalibur, sheathed in an ornately carved scabbard.
Irvine moved closer, ripping skin from his face as he pulled from the rock,
now
unaware of the dangers of falling, his mind and body drawn toward the sword.
He
stumbled and almost fell, before he noticed that on either side of the sword
was
a body, frozen to the mountain. Irvine looked down. The one on the right was
dressed in brown leather and furs, the same as the previous one he had found.
The one on the left also had furs, but underneath was a black robe fringed
with
silver. The man's face was aged, his hair and thick beard white. In his
frozen
hand was a long wooden staff.
The two bodies flanked the sword, dead eyes open, staring out over the world.
Each man had a ring similar to the previous body's. Strangely, each man's
face
was twisted with a frozen smile that had endured for millennia.
Irvine turned his attention back to Excalibur. He pulled his mittens off and
pressed against the ice. Encased in the ice, the sword's handle glittered in
the
waning daylight. The metal was shiny, unmarred by the elements. He understood
now why legends had grown up around it. He felt an urgent desire to touch it,
but the ice denied him access even to the scabbard.
Irvine suddenly realized he had no feeling in his hands. He tried pulling
them
back, but they were stuck to the ice. With all his will he pulled his arms
back.
He blinked with almost bemusement as three fingers on his right hand and two
on
his left simply cracked off and remained frozen to the ice. He felt no pain,
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With great effort he slid to a sitting position between the two bodies.
Irvine
slumped back against the ice. The rays of the sun were horizontal and soon it
would be gone. The wind, strangely enough, had died down. It was eerily
quiet;
the only sound he could hear was his own gasping for oxygen in the thin air.
He sat back, totally exhausted. Still he summoned the strength to turn his
body
ever so slightly so that he was looking at the mountain, at Excalibur. A
slight
smile touched his blood-spattered lips. And that was how he died.

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CHAPTER 8: THE PRESENT
AREA 51

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Turcotte ignored Yakov, Che Lu, and Mualama. He walked into the room where
Duncan was seated in a chair, a blanket wrapped around her slight frame. His
fatigues were dusted with sand from his sojourn into the desert and where
sweat
had soaked through the camouflage material, the sand was crusted in place.
"You're back," Duncan said, a hesitant half smile on her face. She started to
get up. "Mike, I'm telling you the_"
"Shh_" Turcotte said as he lightly put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her
back into the chair.
But that didn't stop Duncan. "I'm telling you the truth as far as I know it."
"I know. I think I've got an idea what was done to you. When we infiltrated
Majestic-12's base at Dulce," Turcotte said, "we found that they were
conducting
experiments on abductees, including Kelly Reynolds's friend Johnny Simmons.
Mind
experiments using Airlia technology."
"Dulce was destroyed," Duncan said.
"Yes, but they got the basic technology from the Airlia. They were working on
EDOM_electronic dissolution of memory. Majestic was using it on abductees to
wipe out their real memories of being captured by Nightscape, and then
implanting false memories of disinformation."
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false? That everything I know is a lie? Electronic signals implanted in my
brain?"
Turcotte tapped the CIA folder. "We know your memories are a lie, Lisa."
A nerve twitched on the side of her face. "I don't have a son?"
"I'm afraid not."
Duncan was shaking her head. "It can't be. It just can't be. I remember him.
I
remember all of it. Damn it, Mike, I remember giving birth to him. The pain.
I
watched him grow up. Maybe some of my memories are false, but others true?
All
of it can't be a lie."
Turcotte remembered how Johnny Simmons, Kelly Reynolds's friend who had
gotten
her involved in the whole Area 51 mess, had killed himself after they'd
rescued
him from an EDOM pod at Dulce. To have one's past taken away and replaced with
a
set of lies was undoubtedly devastating. It took away a person's sense of
self.
Duncan had just learned that her family was not only dead, they had never
existed.
"It doesn't make sense," she finally said. "Why would Majestic have done this
to
me? I ended up putting in motion the forces that destroyed them."
Turcotte shook his head. "I'm saying the technology and techniques used on
you
are similar to the EDOM Majestic used. I'm not saying Majestic was behind
it."
"Who, then?"
"That's a very good question," Turcotte said. "If we can figure that out,
maybe
we can figure out who you really are."

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Turcotte went to the door and motioned for Quinn to come in. "How far has
Dulce
been excavated?" he asked the major.

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Quinn checked his PDA, accessing the CUBE mainframe. "They're down to the
bottom
level."
"So they've uncovered the EDOM pods and research area?"

Quinn nodded. "And the guardian that corrupted Majestic. It's being held
under
heavy guard but it doesn't seem to be active. Just like the one in the
Mission
under Mount Sinai seems to be off-line."
"Where are those guardians now?" Turcotte asked. "I don't know. UNAOC has
taken
over all Airlia artifacts. Most likely they are still where they were found."
"Do you think it would be possible to reverse EDOM?" Turcotte asked him. He
saw
Duncan lift her head, listening intently now.
Quinn shrugged. "I have no idea. That's not my field of expertise."
"Find someone whose it is," Turcotte ordered. He nodded toward the door.
"Tell
the others to come in."
Che Lu, Mualama, and Yakov entered the conference room and sat around the
table.
Turcotte quickly updated them on what he thought had been done to Duncan.
"But we don't know who did this to her," Yakov said when Turcotte was done.
"It
could have been Artad's side; it could have been Aspasia's Shadow's."
"Well, we can assume it wasn't Majestic," Turcotte said. "Which means someone
else has or had access to the same technology."
"Most likely garnered from Airlia artifacts," Yakov said. Che Lu was rubbing
her
chin in thought. She looked at Duncan. "This means you cannot trust any
memory
prior to ordering Turcotte to infiltrate Area 51."
"I can't trust my memory and I don't know what has happened to me." Duncan
held
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"We need the Master Guardian," Yakov said. "And Excal-ibur. And we do not
have
much time."
"How long until Aspasia's Shadow's fleet is in range of Pearl?" Turcotte
asked
Quinn.
"A couple of days."
"Should she be listening to this?" Yakov asked, nodding toward Duncan.
"You want to shoot her again?" Turcotte snapped.
"We don't know who she is," Yakov pointed out. "She doesn't know who she is.
And
more importantly, we don't know who did this to her or why."
Turcotte rubbed his forehead, trying to relieve a pounding headache. "Let's
keep
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Guardian, which, according to Kelly, is in the second mothership. Does anyone
disagree with that?"
There were no objections.
"I think we all understand the gravity of the situation," he continued. "It's
not just the fleet that is approaching Hawaii or Artad's ultimatum to the
Chinese government. I want you to think about what will happen if Aspasia's
Shadow combines the Grail with the nanovirus he is using to control all those
people. He will have an army of unkillable slaves that he can increase
exponentially with every battle he wins. On top of that, imagine the horror
of
being controlled by the nanovirus while being immortal_it would be an eternal
hell."
Turcotte placed his hands flat on the table and looked each of the people in
the
room in the eye, uncertain whether he could trust a single one of them and
forced to accept, for the moment, that he had no choice. "So. First. Where is
the second mothership that holds the Master Guardian?"
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Germans were also searching for a mothership. They zeroed in on the legend of
Noah's Ark."
"And?" Turcotte prompted.

In response, Quinn threw a black-and-white photograph of a mountain on the
table. "They finally focused their search on Mount Ararat. It's the legendary
location for where the biblical ark ended up. And we've learned there's a lot
of
truth to legends, haven't we?"
Turcotte picked up the photo. "How come no one's found it? Ararat's not
exactly
the most remote place in the world?"
"It is somewhat remote," Quinn said, "but more importantly, Ararat has always
been in the center of political and ethnic turmoil. It's located awkwardly in
a
part of Turkey that juts between Iran, Armenia, and Azerbaijan. And the
locals
in the area are mostly Kurds, who have been fighting the Turks for
centuries."
"Still_" Turcotte began, but Quinn interrupted him.
"The mothership we found here was hidden in a cavern," Quinn reminded them.
"While there have been a few expeditions that have searched for Noah's Ark on
Ararat, they all assumed it would have grounded on the surface after the
Great
Flood. At worst, they figured it might be covered by several feet of soil or
caught in a glacier, not hidden in a cavern deep inside the mountain itself,
like the mothership here was hidden."
"All right." Turcotte put the photo down. "Let's say the mothership and the
Master Guardian are hidden under Ararat somewhere. What about the
key_Excalibur?
What was this stuff about Saga-something or another?"
"Sagamartha," Quinn said. He pulled out another photo. Again of a mountain
and
tossed it on the table. "That's what the Nepalese call Mount Everest."
Turcotte picked up the picture, recognizing the world's highest mountain.
"Great," he muttered.

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"A bouncer ought to be able to go anywhere on the mountain safely," Quinn
noted.
"Why do I have a feeling it won't be that easy?" Turcotte said. "Yakov. The
ark
is yours."
"By myself?"
"Afraid of a challenge?" Turcotte didn't wait for an answer. "I'll see if I
can
get you some help. One thing to keep in mind_I don't think Artad has
forgotten
where he parked the damn thing."
"Understood," Yakov said.
"And Excalibur?" Mualama asked.

"I'm going after it," Turcotte said.
"I will help you," Mualama said.
Turcotte's instinct was to decline the offer, but he didn't want to leave
Mualama alone. "All right. And check Burton's manuscript to see if that sheds
some light on any of this. It would be nice to have an idea where exactly on
Everest it is." He turned back to Quinn. "How soon can you have a bouncer
ready
for me?"
"Thirty minutes."
"OK." Turcotte looked around at the small group. "The plan is Yakov gets to
the
ark and the Master Guardian. I get to Excalibur and free it so that Yakov can
use the Master Guardian to shut down Artad's and Aspasia's Shadow's
guardians."
He focused on the Russian. "You should be able to drop the shields and stop
the
nano-virus."
Yakov laughed. "That is all you want me to do?"
Turcotte slapped the Russian on the shoulder. "Hey, I only have to climb
Everest. Want to swap?"
Yakov pretended to consider the proposal seriously for a few seconds, then
shook
his head. "I am much heavier than you. It is best you do the climbing."
"Always the practical one," Turcotte said.

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" " "

Down the hall, Larry Kincaid was doing something he had spent a career at
NASA
and JPL doing: looking at imagery of an object in space. In this case, the
object was Mars as viewed through the Hubble Space Telescope.
The deeply rutted track in the red surface of Mars going from Cydonia to Mons
Olympus was obvious. He had taken the time to count the number of mech-robots
and come up with over three thousand, but the amount seemed to be growing
hourly_more were leaving Cydonia than returning.
He could see the massive cut in the Mons Olympus escarpment. And now he saw
the
destination as the first of the carriers began dumping their black cargo high
up
the slope before turning to head back. The site was less than a mile from the
volcano's crest.
Other mech-robots were digging into the side of the volcano, excavating.
"What the hell are they building?" he wondered out loud as the printer spit

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out
the latest picture.

PACIFIC OCEAN

As the two attack submarines headed northwest toward Hawaii, they increased
speed. The nanotechnology was monitoring performance, transmitting the
information back to the guardian on Easter Island. The alien computer then
sent
back the new design orders increasing the submarines' maximum speed.
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AREA 51

Turcotte looked up from the computer screen as Quinn appeared next to him. He
had just finished typing in a brief query to Kelly Reynolds and was ready to
hit
the enter key, sending it through satellites into the stream of traffic going
between the Alien Fleet and Easter Island. The US military was in a quandary
about the message flow because if they cut off the Alien Fleet's access to
the
MILSTAR communications system, they would also have to cut off all their
other
forces, thus making the system useless. So far, they had elected to keep the
system running and send messages to forces using ground encryption.
Turcotte hesitated because he was afraid the message might get noted by the
guardian or Aspasia's Shadow, who might retaliate against Kelly. He'd phrased
his query in a way that he thought only the reporter would understand and
would
seem innocuous to any sniffer program, but he understood he was risking her
life
with the message.
"What's up?" Turcotte asked.
The major pointed toward the status board at the front of the room. "We've got
a
dozen inbound choppers along with a large fixed-wing plane."
"Reinforcements?" Turcotte asked. Area 51 was operating at below bare
minimums
as far as personnel went, as orders from Washington had stripped most of
their
personnel. They had a half dozen people left from a regular staff of over
three
hundred.
"I've been trying to get us people," Quinn said, "but I haven't received any
acknowledgments from the aircraft. They aren't responding to hails."
"Range?" Turcotte's attention was torn away from the message he'd been
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'Ten klicks and closing fast."
Turcotte was surprised to feel a kick of adrenaline, similar to what he had
always felt before going into action. He knew that Washington_every
government_
was infiltrated by both alien groups in various ways. And even worse, there
were
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four ways: to side with Artad; to ally with Aspasia's Shadow; to try to be
neutral; or to fight both alien groups and their minions.
Three out of four options did not bode well for what they were trying to do
there at Area 51, Turcotte thought. Not good odds.
"Have you copied everything onto CD-ROM?" he asked Quinn. "The archive
material,
Burton's manuscript, all the Majestic records? Everything?"
"Yes."
Turcotte could see the small dots on the large screen closing. The choppers
were
over the lake bed.
"Take the disks, get the others, and go to a bouncer," Turcotte ordered.
"What do_" Quinn began, but Turcotte cut him off.
"Do it now!"
Quinn still paused. "The doctor took Duncan to the medical hangar on the
surface
to run some tests," Quinn said. "I can get Che Lu, Kincaid, and Mualama."
"Then do it!" Turcotte yelled as he hit the send key for the message, then
ran
for the surface elevator.
Five Apache helicopter gunships led the way, followed by five UH-60 Blackhawk
helicopters carrying troops. They were low over the desert floor, less than
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transport plane with large red crosses painted on the wings and high tail.
Turcotte could hear the choppers as he ran across the sand toward the medical
building. It was about a quarter mile from the hangar doors and next to the
runway tower.
An Apache helicopter swooped in front of him, 30mm cannon aimed directly at
him.
Turcotte ignored it, trusting that American soldiers, regardless of their
orders, would not fire at an unarmed man. He reached the door of the medical
building as a Blackhawk landed fifty meters away in a swirl of blowing dust.
A
dozen men dressed in camouflage jumped out.
Turcotte threw the door open. "Lisa!"
There was no response. He ran down the hallway and twisted the knob on the
lab
room. It was locked. Turcotte slammed his boot into the door, right above the
knob. The wood splintered. He shoved it open and stepped inside. Duncan was
on
the examining table, her eyes closed. Turcotte rushed to her side.
"Lisa?"
He started as he felt a sharp jab in his right arm. He spun, open left hand
slamming into the doctor's chest. The white-coated figure flew backward,
syringe
falling from his fingers. The doctor tried to get up and Turcotte hit him
hard
on the side of the head, knocking him unconscious.
Turcotte turned back to the table, trying to scoop Duncan up, but his arms
were
weak. He couldn't lift her. Turcotte strained, putting every ounce of effort
he
could muster into it. He slumped to his knees, leaning against the table.
He sensed people behind him. He collapsed, body turning as he did so. He was
seated on the floor, his back against the table, unable to move at all. He
couldn't even move his

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eyeballs. He could see a half dozen soldiers fill the room. Two of them
picked
up Duncan and carried her out. An officer knelt in front of Turcotte. The
officer checked his pulse, then looked over his uniform, noting the various
patches. The man bit his lip with indecision. Then he stood.
"Let's go," the officer ordered.
"But, sir, we're supposed to arrest all_" one of the men began.
"That's an order," the officer said.
The men and doctor exited the room, leaving a helpless Turcotte.
"Come on." Quinn ripped the laptop computer out of Che Lu's hands to lighten
her
load as they ran across the hangar floor toward the waiting bouncer. Yakov,
Mualama, and Kincaid were already climbing up the side of the bouncer. The
massive doors were partly open and they could all hear helicopters close by.
The snout of an Apache helicopter poked through the empty hangar doors. The
multibarreled 30mm chain gun under the nose of the craft snooped about,
linked
to the sight flipped down in front of the gunner's eye. Wherever the gunner
turned his head, the barrel of the chain gun followed. And the gunner was
obviously now watching the five members of the Area 51 team scurry onto the
bouncer.
Balanced precariously on the top of the bouncer, Yakov pulled a pistol out
and
aimed it at the gunship.
"No!" Quinn yelled as he reached the side of the craft.
Yakov's finger was on the trigger, but he hesitated.
Inside the Apache the gunner had Yakov square in the reticules of his HADSS_
Helmet and Display Sighting System_a monocular just inches from his right
eye.
"Warning rounds," the pilot ordered over the intercom.
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ger. A burst of 30mm rounds_each the size of a milk bottle_ripped through the
air and hit the skin of the bouncer five feet to the right of Yakov,
ricocheting
off.
Major Quinn was knocked off his feet onto his back as Che Lu slammed into his
chest. He blinked and tried to get up, but the Chinese scientist was on top
of
him. He felt something wet soaking into his chest and when he looked down saw
that a round had punched through the old woman's slight frame.
"Oh, God," Quinn whispered as he slid her to the floor.
Yakov slid down the bouncer and joined him, kneeling next to Che Lu and
tenderly
placing a large hand around her neck, searching for a pulse.
"She's gone," Yakov said.
"It can't be," Quinn whispered.
"Get on board," Yakov stood, the pistol in his hand. He brought it up and
aimed
at the cockpit of the Apache. He squeezed off six shoots in rapid succession.
They impacted harmlessly on the armored cockpit.
Quinn tried to ignore the blood soaking through his uniform as he climbed
onto
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The
African literally pulled him up and tossed him into the open hatch. He
quickly
slid into the pilot's depression, taking the controls into his shaking hands.
Mualama was down next, followed by Yakov. Kincaid was strapping down gear as
Quinn lifted the bouncer off the floor of the hangar. He accelerated directly
toward the Apache blocking the opening. It bobbed left, narrowly missing
getting
rammed.
Two other Apaches made gun runs at the bouncer as it exited the hangar,
firing
just in front of the alien craft. Quinn ignored them, pressing forward on the
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once more, rounds slamming into the side of the alien craft, the impacts
visible
via the strange ability of the skin to act like one-way glass.
Quinn accelerated the craft and they were moving over six hundred miles an
hour
within ten seconds, leaving Area 51 and Che Lu's slowly cooling body far
behind.
Squads of soldiers entered the CUBE, arresting all those who had been left
behind. They planted small explosive charges on every computer and
communications device. As the red digits slowly counted down to detonation
the
men expeditiously exited the complex.
On the surface, the C-130 rolled down the runway and came to a halt, where
the
squad of soldiers waited with Duncan. The back ramp came down and touched the
concrete. Four white-coated figures rolled a gurney off the ramp and up to
those
waiting. They put Duncan on the gurney and strapped her down. Standing inside
the cargo bay was a fifth white-coated figure, a tall man with shockingly
white
hair and piercing blue eyes.
When they rolled the gurney onto the plane, he leaned over Duncan, checking
her
vital signs, even as the ramp began to close and the aircraft began turning.
As it roared down the runway, the charges inside of Area 51 detonated.
Inside Hangar One lay the body of Che Lu. From the Long March in 1934,
through
the agony of World War II and the subsequent Communist regimes, to watching
her
students die in Tiananmen Square, to the thrill of entering Qian-Ling, her
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CHAPTER 9: THE PRESENT
PEARL HARBOR

Roberta Lockhart wore with pride the four stripes on the cuff of her blue
jacket
that indicated she was a United States Navy captain. From the streets of
south-
central Los Angeles, through the rigors of the Naval Academy, to the subtle

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racism and sexism of the active Navy, she had followed two rules her mother
had
taught her with unswerving obedience: Do your job better than anyone else and
treat everyone with respect.
At the moment she was standing behind another black woman, twenty years her
junior, a new rating assigned to SOSUS-PAC, Lockhart's command. To Lockhart
the
new sailor's sex or race made no difference_she was doing her job making sure
the newcomer was trained as well as possible.
SOSUS stood for sound surveillance system. The first SOSUS systems were put
together in the fifties and the sixties and laid along the Atlantic
Coast_SOSUS-
ATL. Then the Navy emplaced Colossus, which is along the Pacific Coast. Both
were linked lines of passive systems submerged in the ocean, designed to
listen
for the movement of submarines through the water.
Those first two systems guarded both coasts of the United States, but as the
Soviets deployed ballistic missile submarines that could stand far off the
coast
and lob their nuclear warheads into the heartland of America, it was realized
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In response the Navy emplaced systems just off the Russian coast, near the
two
major Soviet sub ports at Polyarnyy and Petropavlovsk. Since then, the Navy
continued to add to the worldwide SOSUS web. A line of devices was emplaced
off
the Hawaiian Islands. Each receiver consisted of a cluster of hydrophones
inside
submerged tanks as large as the oil storage tanks just outside of Lockhart's
command. The tanks were sunk to the bottom, anchored, then linked by cable.
The

cables were buried as the Soviets_and the Russians afterward_had a tendency
to
send trawlers dragging cable cutters near the systems.
All the systems were coordinated so that not only could SOSUC detect
movement,
but by comparing pickup timing from various sensors, Lockhart's people could
draw at least two lines and pinpoint the emitter's location.
There was only one problem with the system: differentiating between friendly
and
enemy submarines. As part of their security, American ballistic submarines
patrolled within large assigned areas at the discretion of their commanders,
where it was more than likely that a potential enemy submarine would be in
the
same area.
The solution was simple but effective. Every friendly submarine had an ID
code
painted on its upper deck with special laser reflective paint. SOSUS could
pinpoint a sub, then a FLTSATCOM satellite could fire a laser downlink toward
the indicated spot using a high-intensity blue-green laser, which could
penetrate to submarine depth and read the code.
Lockhart had been in Admiral Kenzie's office earlier in the day along with
all
the other senior military commanders on Oahu. The information that the fleet
would sail the next day and essentially leave the islands undefended by sea
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been met with shocked silence.
Even the Army's main unit on the island, the Twenty-fifth Infantry Division
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day she'd watched truck after truck of soldiers come into the port and troops
walk up gangplanks onto the Navy ships.
Absolute secrecy had been Kenzie's number one directive. Only those in the
room
knew what was to happen but the media had picked up the activity and over the
entire island there was a sense of near panic. Despite a blackout on news,
rumors were rife of naval disasters and pending doom.
Lockhart knew she and her people would not be with the fleet when it sailed.
She
also knew what had happened to Task Forces seventy-eight and seventy-nine.
Along
with an Air Force AWACS flying patrol to the southeast, her people were the
warning line for the island chain.'
In Hawaii, particularly at Pearl Harbor, early warning was something on the
order of a religion. Despite being over sixty years in the past, no one
forgot
what had happened on December 7, 1941. The Arizona Memorial was a daily
reminder
in sight of every person at Pearl.
"Anything?" Lockhart asked. It was a sign of the stress of the times that she
asked. She knew her sailors would report anything out of the norm. She also
knew
the report from the satellites was that the enemy fleet was slightly more
than
two days out. Still.
"No, ma'am," the rating replied.
Lockhart walked across the dimly lit room to the other occupant, her senior
enlisted man, Markin, and best "listener." She leaned close so the rating
wouldn't hear. "Anything?"
"Pod of whales here." Markin tapped his screen, indicating a spot southwest
of
Maui.
"Maybe you should get some rest," Lockhart said. "There should be nothing_"
Her
mouth snapped shut as Markin held up a finger, indicating the need for quiet.
She waited.
After five long minutes, Markin slowly pulled off his headphones. "There's a
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Southeast. Where the enemy was coming from, Lockhart thought. "Range?"

He checked his computer. "One hundred seventy-five miles, ma'am."
Too close, she thought. Too close. "What is it? Submarine?"
"I've never heard this before," Markin said. "Give me a minute, ma'am." He
put
the headphones back on and closed his eyes.
Lockhart walked over to her new rating. "Anything strange?"
she asked.
The young woman hadn't heard the exchange with Markin, but she had seen that
something was up. Her face tightened as she listened.
"There's something, ma'am," she finally said.

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Lockhart noted that Markin had taken off his headphones and was looking
toward
her. She was torn. "What do you think it is?"
"Water, high pressure," the rating said.
Lockhart frowned, then went over to Markin. "What do you hear?"
"I've never heard anything like this before," he said.
"Water under pressure?" she asked loud enough to be heard by the rating.
Markin nodded. "Yes."
"Ma'am," the rating called out. "I heard something like this in school in
Orlando."
"And?" Lockhart and Markin waited.
'The instructors had a tape of what they called prototype sounds. They said
the
Russians had a new type of sub on the boards that would utilize
water-pressure
propulsion. This is a very similar sound."
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"You just said 175," Lockhart said.
"And now it's 165, 164," he corrected.
"What can move underwater that quickly?" she demanded.
"Nothing man-made," Markin said.
"How fast is the contact?" she asked.
"Almost eighty-seven."
"Oh, my God," Lockhart muttered under her breath so no one could hear. "Any
satellite scan?" she called out.
"Positive scan on both targets," another sailor responded.
Lockhart waited. "Report," she finally ordered when he didn't say anything
further. *
"Uh_ma'am, both have the same ID tag. The Springfield. But_" he paused, then
blurted out_"the Springfield can't move that fast. And how can there be two?"
Captain Lockhart's face was hard as she picked up the hot line that connected
her to fleet headquarters.

AREA 51

Feeling had been returning to Mike Turcotte's body for the past hour, from
his
extremities inward. He'd already tried getting to his feet a dozen times to
no
avail. He reached up and grasped the edge of the table and tried once more.
He
managed to pull himself up so that he was leaning against the table.
He felt hungover, his head pounding, his body unsteady. He looked about the
examining room. A clipboard was next to the sink and he went over to it.
Flipping it open, he noted several medical forms_results of tests the doctor
must have run, along with two pages of notes in handwriting he could hardly
read. There were also several X rays clipped to it. Turcotte ripped the
papers
and X rays out of the clipboard and shoved them in the cargo pocket of his
pants.
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head
would allow to the outside exit. He shoved open the steel door. It was night,
a
cool breeze blowing in from the surrounding desert.
A full moon had just risen above Groom Mountain and he could see relatively
clearly. He saw the massive hangar doors set into the side of the mountain.
Turcotte walked over and entered the hangar. A bouncer was missing and he felt
a
moment's relief, knowing the others had most likely escaped, then he saw the
dark form lying still on the concrete floor. Not wanting to, he forced
himself
to go over. A pool of blood had spread out beneath the body.
Turcotte ignored the blood as he knelt and turned the slight figure over,
knowing who it was before he saw her face. He scooped Che Lu in his arms and
walked out of the hangar, across the runway, and into the desert.

EASTER ISLAND

Aspasia's Shadow slowly sat up and looked about the guardian chamber. The
golden
glow from the guardian bathed the entire area with its light. Six motionless
Marines stood guard in the shadows near the tunnel. He lifted his arm and put
his new hand in front of his face. He flexed his fingers, stretching the new
skin.
He laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. He reached up and removed the ka
from around his neck. He would never need it again. Millennia of dying and
being
reborn were over. He was immortal and this body would be his forever. The
Grail,
the carrot that the Airlia had held in front of humans from the very
beginning,
was his to do with as he willed.
He went to the guardian and made contact, checking the status of his forces.
All
was progressing well with the fleet. And there was an acknowledgment from his
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dicating preparations were going forth to seize the second mothership and
Master
Guardian. His team heading toward Everest was on schedule.
Perfect. It was time to let the humans know their options. He went to the
tables
holding the equipment that had been abandoned by the United Nations when they
evacuated the island. He turned on a computer that had direct satellite
contact
with the UN.

AREA 51

Turcotte rode the elevator into the underground bunkers. His fatigue shirt
was
soaked with sweat and his hands covered with sand that had stuck to the
perspiration. Dried blood encrusted the lower part of his pants.
A few lights were still working, flickering, showing the destruction that had
been wreaked. The silence was unsettling. As he expected, the place was
abandoned and Turcotte quickly retraced his steps to the surface.
Turcotte went to the runway tower and broke into the supply area. He grabbed
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survival vest, checked the small radio to make sure it was working, ensured
his
SATPhone was still in his pocket, loaded up on a half dozen full canteens,
then
left Area 51 and headed out into the desert.

UNITED NATIONS

The men and women chosen for UN Alien Oversight Committee (UNAOC) had done
little in the last several months other than observe. This was not because
they
lacked the will, but more that they lacked the knowledge of what was really
going on in order to make a coherent decision. Added to that indecision was
worry over the infiltration of their governments and the influences of
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the various human contingents that proclaimed one side or the other of the
Airlia civil war to be the one to support.
While every member country of the United Nations had signed an agreement to
abide by the decisions of the committee, the reality was that, as had been
true
for the history of the United Nations, countries only followed the agreement
when it suited their interests.
Every country was supposed to surrender any alien artifacts they had in their
possession to the UNAOC. So far, not a single item had been turned over. A
large
row had already erupted over the refusal of the Israelis to release
artifacts,
including the Ark, that they had taken from the Mission inside Mount Sinai.
Additionally, the militaries of all countries were ordered to coordinate with
the UNAOC security panel. A few token phone calls had been made, but not a
single troop, plane, or ship had been placed under UN command. All eyes were
on
the Pacific and the surviving American fleet there.
Given that the previous head of UNAOC had been assassinated by a Guide, the
committee members not only felt powerless, they also felt threatened.
As they gathered at the conference table to listen to Aspasia's Shadow's
message, the absence of the Chinese member was noted.
The screen on the laptop in front of each UNAOC member came alive with
Aspasia's
Shadow's pale face. He wasted no time on pleasantries.
"You have called me Al-Iblis. You humans have called me many names over the
millennia in many places. I am Aspasia's Shadow, but I am more than he ever
was.
You killed him and stopped his space fleet, but you cannot stop me. You can
only
join me and reap the benefits I offer. Despite your transgressions I will
forgive you. I am going to tell you the truth so that you know the reality of
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"I possess the Grail. It holds the secret of immortality. I offer that to
those
who join me. I offer the might of my fleet and my other forces to those who

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join
me. You know you cannot penetrate my shields or defend against my nanovirus
or
my Guides. You are powerless. Report back to your governments. Tell them to
face
the truth.
"You have a choice now. Join me or fight me or stand aside. But realize that
your time is short. And Artad is awake. He has already contacted the mainland
Chinese government. They have chosen to side with him. They will die because
of
that decision.
"Artad cares nothing for humans. His Shadow created the Black Death in the
Middle Ages and almost wiped you off the face of the planet. Only I was able
to
stop it and save you as only I can save you from him now."
There was a pause, then Aspasia's Shadow continued. "And there is something
else
you must know. Something that Artad will not tell you. The reason why the
Airlia
came here to your planet so many years ago."
There was absolute silence in the hall now as everyone unconsciously leaned
forward to hear what was about to be said.

"They_we_came here to protect you," Aspasia's Shadow said. "You humans are
like
newborns when it comes to the larger reality of the universe. There are many
species among the stars. And some of them hate any life-form not their own.
In
this galaxy, there is a life-form we call the Swarm. They are a race of
parasites unlike anything you could imagine in your worst nightmares. They
were,
are, the Airlia's Ancient Enemy."
Aspasia's Shadow grimaced as if remembering something particularly
bothersome.
"The Swarm have conquered many planets, destroyed many species, and long ago
we
came into contact with them. Even we don't know where their home world is.
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anymore, but just expand outward, consuming intelligent life wherever they
find
it. There is no communicating with them or negotiating. They exist to
destroy."
Aspasia's Shadow pointed down. "They have been here, humans. On your planet.
Scouts. I have protected you, destroyed their scout ship, and prevented them
from communicating back to let their fleet know of your planet. If their
fleet
comes here, not even the Airlia can protect you.
'Their scouts can infiltrate any intelligent species, become part of them so
that no one knows they are there. And when their fleet arrives, they destroy
every living thing, consuming it so that their own forms can go on.
"Aspasia's mission was to protect you and help you. And he did so for many
years. Your people were in caves when he arrived. He built Atlantis, brought
civilization to humanity. It was a golden time.
"But then Artad came along with others_all cowards and deserters from the war
against the Swarm. They wanted to hide here, to cut us off from our home
system.

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There was civil war and then there was a truce. But still Aspasia stayed
nearby
to help defend you and you thanked him by destroying him.
"I am taking his place. I will continue to help defend your planet but you
must
join with me. It is in both our best interests to work together.
"Fight me and die.
"Stand aside and eventually you will be mine anyway and I will remember your
lack of commitment.
"Join me and reap the benefits and be protected."
The screen went dead.


SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA


The South Korean president's hand shook as he took a sip of tea. The
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the far wall, one after another, without a single comment from the American
officer waiting close by.
General Carmody was the Eighth Army commander, the senior American officer in
South Korea. The images he was showing President Pak had just been given to
him
by his G-2, intelligence officer. They were from a KH-14 Keyhole spy
satellite
that was on permanent station over the Korean peninsula. They showed
something
that hadn't happened in almost fifty years: Chinese troops crossing the Yalu
River into North Korea and heading south. Tanks, armored personnel carriers,
and
thousand upon thousands of infantry were on the move. All heading south. Then

the locations of the photos changed. Pak recognized the DMZ. There was no
mistaking the fact that North Korean forces were mobilizing.
Finally, the last shot was displayed and Carmody turned the lights back on.
They
were the only two people in the room. The general sat down across from Pak.
"We
estimate at least two corps of Chinese troops have already entered North
Korea
with another three corps to follow on. Over a half million men."
"And the Seventh Fleet?" Pak asked. For decades South Korea had lain under
the
umbrella of protection provided by America's military. While most of the
world
had forgotten that the Korean War had never officially ended, it was never
far
from the minds of the people who inhabited the southern half of the
peninsula.
"The Seventh is"_Carmody seemed to search for a nice way to put it, then he
simply shrugged_"gone. We're abandoning Hawaii. That tells you where things
stand."
Pak had already known that from his spy network. "So? What now, General? You
have reduced your troop strength in my country to the point where your
presence

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is merely a trip wire. Several thousand Americans whose death would be
avenged.
But there is no avenging force now."

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An aide entered the room and handed a piece of paper to the president before
withdrawing. Pak read it. "The UN has been issued an ultimatum by Aspasia's
Shadow from Easter Island. Join him or fight him."
"What will the UN do?" Carmody asked.
"A vote is scheduled." Pak laughed bitterly. "In two days' time. Much too
late
for us."
"Aspasia's Shadow can't help us here," Carmody said.
Pak crumpled the paper and tossed it in the wastebasket. "Evil is evil and I
believe these aliens are evil, whatever face they present."
"There is one possible course of action," Carmody said.
"And that is?"
"Tactical nuclear weapons. A preemptive strike into North Korea. Along the
axes
of advance."
Pak stared at the general. "Your government would authorize that?"
"I doubt it."
"Then why do you bring it up?" Pak asked. Carmody had been Eighth Army
commander
for two years. He was unique in that he was half-Korean, his father an
American
soldier, his mother a Korean his father had married during a tour of duty in
the
country. Carmody had grown up in the United States, attended West Point, and
served all over the world, before returning to his mother's country to
command
his father's forces there.
"My government..." Carmody paused, searching for words. "Let me put it to you
plainly, Mister President. There is great concern among my fellow officers
about
the integrity of my government. About how much the aliens and their followers
have compromised the chain of command. This vote_I don't know how the United
States will vote, but I agree with you that these aliens are evil. The
Chinese
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He paused, then continued. "I do not think that South Korea is very high on
anyone's priority list in Washington right now."
"Detonating nuclear weapons against another nuclear power would be on
Washington's priority list," Pak said.

"That's true," Carmody acknowledged. "But, Mister President, I think_" He was
interrupted by a loud buzz that caused both men to start.
"It is the line to the North Korean president that we established last year.
It
has never rung before." Pak turned his chair and picked up a red phone,
putting
the receiver against his ear. Carmody got up and went to the far side of the
room out of earshot and waited. When he heard Pak hang up he went back to his
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"The North Koreans are making an offer. They have allied with China, who have
allied with Artad. We have the choice of joining them or dying. It seems our
vote is here now."
"Your decision?" Carmody asked.
"I gave him my answer. We will fight."

PACIFIC OCEAN


With the shield turned off for the moment, the carriers Stennis and
Washington
adjusted course twenty degrees to the starboard so that their flight decks
were
facing directly into the wind. They were still a two-day sailing from Hawaii,
over twelve hundred miles away, equaling a round trip of twenty-four hundred
miles. Given that the range of the planes they were launching, F-14 Tomcats,
even with external tanks, was only slightly over two thousand miles, the
maneuver did not seem logical. And, the external tanks on the sixty planes
gathering in formation and heading toward Hawaii did not contain fuel, which
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The sixty planes also weren't flying at a rate to conserve fuel. With
afterburners kicked in, they were flying at over Mach 2, fifteen hundred
miles
an hour so that they would arrive at Hawaii just as their fuel tanks ran
empty.
Behind the planes the shield came back on and the carriers headed toward
Hawaii.

THE STRAIT OF TAIWAN


Archaeological evidence indicates that humans have inhabited Taiwan for as
long
as ten thousand years. There were also signs that Japanese forces occupied
part
of the island in the twelfth century. The first Europeans to visit the island
were the Portuguese in 1590, calling the island Formosa, which meant
"beautiful"
in their language. The Spanish attempted some settlements but were kicked off
the island by the Dutch, who occupied it and neighboring islands in 1622.
In 1644 the defeated followers of the Ming dynasty retreated to Taiwan and
expelled the Dutch, establishing a Ming enclave and also the precedent of the
island being a refuge for those out of favor with the ruling force on the
mainland.
After the British victory over China in the Opium Wars, the Treaty of
Tientsin
in 1860 opened two ports on Taiwan's west coast to foreign ships.
Missionaries,
both Roman Catholic and Protestant, weren't far behind.
At the end of the first Sino-Japanese War, China was required to cede Taiwan
to
Japan. Given their tenuous ties with the mainland, the inhabitants refused to
be
trade bait and rose against the occupying Japanese. This rebellion and the
brutal attempts by the occupying forces to "Japanize" the inhabitants went on
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Taiwan was returned to mainland control, but that was viewed by the
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belled, and once more they were brutally handled, this time by their own
countrymen.
However, on the mainland, things were not going well for the ruling
Kuomintang
(KMT) forces led by Chiang Kai-shek. Like those of the Ming dynasty before,
the
KMT retreated from the Communist forces to Taiwan. The Communists planned to
invade the island, but these plans were put aside when American naval forces
were sent to the strait between the mainland and the island. Subsequent to
that,
America poured over four billion dollars of aid into the country, viewing it
as
a bastion of "freedom" in a dangerous part of the world, and turning a blind
eye
to Chiang Kai-shek's and the KMT's depredations.
Gradually, rule on Taiwan shifted toward real democracy, just as the United
States was shifting its focus from the island to the mainland. When Nixon
visited Beijing in 1972, those on the island saw the handwriting on the wall.
Formal ties between the US and Taiwan were broken in 1979 and in 1980 the
formal
defense treaty between the two countries lapsed and was not renewed.
The flagship of the Chinese Eastern Fleet was the destroyer Qingdao. It had
engines made in Ukraine, a British combat control computer to aim its
weapons,
French helicopters, and weapon systems purchased from a half dozen other
countries. The crew, however, was one hundred percent Chinese.
The Qingdao was in the Straits of Taiwan, a hundred-mile-wide stretch of
water
that separated mainland China from what it considered a wayward province in
Taiwan. The strait had seen decades of posturing and bluffing between the
navies
of the two countries but all that changed as the targeting radar on the
flagship
located a Taiwanese frigate thirteen miles off its port bow.
The word had come from Beijing just ten minutes earlier. No choice was
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mainland China and the small island nation off its coast allowed for no
resolution other than annihilation. Accordingly, the Qingdao launched a half
dozen antiship missiles toward the Taiwanese ship. Two struck, causing
massive
damage and killing many sailors.
On both sides of the strait, the respective militaries geared up for all-out
warfare.

THE GULF OF MEXICO

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Lisa Duncan slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy and she knew she'd
been
drugged. She was lying on her back, a pillow under her head, a white sheet
covering her body. Looking up, all she could see was a steel ceiling with
numerous pipes running across it. She swallowed and her ears popped,
equalizing
pressure. She could feel something around her arm and several leads taped
against other parts of her body.
She heard a noise to her left and turned her head. A white-coated figure
walked
in. The man was tall and distinguished-looking, with silver hair and a short
white beard. He pulled a stool out from a desk and slid it next to the table
she
was on.
"How are you doing?" he asked as he checked the readout on a medical monitor
next to the bed.

Duncan's throat was dry and she tried to talk but only a croak came out. The
man
went over to a sink and returned with a small paper cup of water, which he
carefully pressed against her lips. Duncan drank the entire cup, and then he
pulled it away and retook his seat.
"Who are you?" she managed to get out.
"Dr. Garlin. The more interesting question is who are you?"
"Where am I?"
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"And you're the new Majestic." Duncan swung her legs over the edge of the
table
and sat up, holding the sheet tight around her body. The pounding in her head
was fading rapidly. Looking down, she could see that the various leads
attached
to her body went to the monitor and there was a band around her arm with an
IV
pressed through it.
"Yes. That was a good guess."
"No guess," Duncan said. "It makes sense." She was looking about. "What kind
of
doctor are you?"
"An MD. Specialization_cellular structure."
"You want to find out what happened to me."
"Yes."
She nodded slowly, her head pounding with pain. "So what happened to me?"
"We have some ideas, but some of the data is still being processed."
"What's the charter of the new Majestic?" she asked. She was shaking her head
back and forth, trying to work out the lingering effects of whatever drug
she'd
been given.
"The same as the old one," Garlin said.
"The old one didn't work too well."
"It worked well enough for almost fifty years," Garlin noted.
"Where are the others? Turcotte? Quinn? Yakov?"
"We don't know. We had to"_he paused, as if searching for the right
words_"shut
down the old Area 51."
"Why?"
"When Major Quinn had the CIA do a check on you, we were copied on the

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results,
as we've been copied on everything going into Area 51. And you ask why we
shut
down Area 51?" He held up his hand as he ticked off reasons. "You've got
Professor Mualama, who turns out to be a former Watcher_or is he former?

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"Yakov. A Russian. Section IV was destroyed_all except him. Pretty
convenient.
And he came back from Moscow with a bug planted on him.
"Che Lu. Chinese. A country that now appears to be siding with Artad and
preparing for war against both South Korea and Taiwan. And she just happened
to
be the first person to enter Qian-Ling in many centuries. How did she get
permission from Beijing to do that when every other request was immediately
turned down?

"Major Mike Turcotte. Involved in a questionable incident while working
counterterrorism in Europe. He was then recruited by you to spy on Majestic;
which bring us to you. You didn't even really know who you are, did you? And
now
you don't know what you are."

When Duncan tried to stand, he politely but firmly pushed her back onto the
table. "Not yet. You need to know what's going on, so you understand what is
at
stake."
"I know what is at stake," Duncan said.
"Do you?" Garlin asked. "You don't even know who you are or where you come
from." He leaned back slightly on the stool. "Do you know why the Airlia came
to
our planet in the first place so long ago? Why they fought, and continue to
fight, a civil war? Why they were stranded here?"
"Do you?" Duncan threw back at him, but her voice was less combative as she
contemplated his questions.
"Not yet, but we're working on it. Aspasia's Shadow just made an announcement
to
the UN. He claims the Airlia came here to help and protect us from another
predatory alien species. Or at least Aspasia did. He says Artad is a
deserter."
"Is that true?"
"Are you willing to believe Aspasia's Shadow?"
"Not really."
"We're taking a bigger view than the previous Majestic, especially as we know
so
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derstanding the Airlia would be pretty helpful in the current situation.
Allowing us to act, rather than constantly react."
"How did you come into existence?" Duncan asked. .
Garlin briefly stroked his short white beard as he considered her question.
"We
want you to understand the situation. We want you to cooperate. So far your
actions have appeared to be loyal to our country, so we hope that if you
believe

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what you hear, you will continue to be loyal to the best of your abilities.
"When the primary Majestic-12 was compromised by the guardian they discovered
in
South America at Temiltepec and the security of Area 51 breached, a plan that
had been prepared over forty years previously was put into effect. For every
member on the Majestic-12 committee, there has always been a backup selected.
We"_he tapped his own chest_"had no idea we filled these positions, but
apparently we were picked by the twelve primary Majestic members from within
their own organizations based on detailed psychological profiles that
practically assured we would be willing to step up and assume the primary
roles
once we were informed. The fortunate thing was that we were picked before the
primary Majestic-12 was compromised by the guardian computer, so those chosen
were chosen because they were projected to be loyal to the original charter
for
Majestic.
"It has worked as planned. Even as Majestic was being broken apart, with
members
dead or under indictment, twelve of us received a top-secret CD-Rom by
special
courier sent from the NSA vault. On each disk was a detailed report of
Majestic's formation by presidential decree during Eisenhower's
administration
and a summary of its subsequent actions over the years along with all that
had
been discovered about the Airlia and their artifacts.
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corruption after uncovering the guardian computer at Temiltepec in South
America
and bringing the alien computer back to Dulce. Still, the basic decree
Eisenhower had given the original MJ-12 rang true to those of us who received
the CDs_protect America at all cost from alien influence."
Duncan was silent, listening.

"We gathered a week ago at the designated time and location indicated on the
CD_
a small airfield outside New Orleans. A tilt-wing Osprey landed, and the back
ramp opened up. There was no one in the cargo bay and the door to the cockpit
was locked. We got on board and the plane immediately took off. It flew out
over
the Gulf of Mexico, staying just above the waves to stay off radar. The
engines
rotated up and we finally landed on board what appeared to be an abandoned
oil
rig, about a hundred miles from the nearest shore. The ramp opened, we got
off,
and the plane was back in the air and flying away.
'There was no one there. But we followed the directions on the CD, punched in
the correct code on a keypad, and got into an elevator on one corner of the
rig.
It went down the one leg of the rig to the ocean floor, where an undersea
habitat_ this place_was attached. The new Area 51."
"How far down are we?"
"Three hundred feet."
"And you have contact with the outside world?
"A secure contact via satcom up top on the rig to the NSA. However, we're

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keeping quiet so far, just listening. We want to determine a valid course of
action before we do anything."
"How come you didn't contact us at the old Area 51?" Duncan asked.
Garlin shook his head. "You still don't understand, do you?" He pointed at
her.
"We don't know who you are. We don't know whom at the old Area 51 we could
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"So far, we've done little other than try to keep track of the rapid flurry
of
events around the world. But when we received a report from the old Area 51
about what had happened to you, we acted swiftly, issuing orders with our
presidential authorization."
"So you've kidnapped me," Duncan said. "Seems like something the old Majestic
would do."
"The old Majestic protected America for almost fifty years," Garlin said.
"Now
it's our turn. And we want to be very careful that we don't get compromised
like
they did. We might be the last best hope for mankind."
"Why haven't you done anything?" Duncan demanded. "Why have you been hiding
here
while we fought the aliens?"
Garlin tapped her on the knee. "Because we were waiting for you. You're the
key.
You're immortal now. If we can figure out what happened to you, we think we
can
win this war and not just the next battle."

JERUSALEM, ISRAEL


The holiest city in the Christian world had never known such a gathering of
people in the streets. The route had been announced on the news the previous
evening and people had begun staking claim to a spot immediately, the numbers
swelling through the night. Tens of thousands came in from the surrounding
country as word spread.
Jerusalem was, in reality, several cities with a clear distinction between
sections. The Christians flocked to the northwest, where the Church of the
Holy
Sepulchre was located, built over the site where Jesus was executed and the
holiest place in Christendom. The northwest was Muslim territory, where the
Dome
of the Rock was located, the third most holy place in Islam, where the
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made his ascent into heaven. In the southwest corner of the city were the
remnants of the temple built by Solomon. Called the Wailing Wall by
outsiders,
the Jewish people preferred to call the area the Temple Mount. Ironically, on
top of the mount is the al Aqsa mosque.
Like many others, Simon Sherev had traveled to Jerusalem when he heard the

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news.
His duties at Dimona were minimal now that the nuclear weapons were staged
forward. The country was on a war footing, like most in the world, and
security
was tight in the city. Sherev's clearance allowed him to get close to the
open
area in front of the Wall. The massive stone blocks towered above him and he
noted that in keeping with tradition the women were on the right side, the
men
on the left. Sherev remembered the first time he'd been on that very spot,
many
years previously. It was a tradition that new recruits in the Israeli army
made
a forced march of over one hundred miles, ending at the Wall. That day Sherev
had been profoundly moved, but looking back, he wasn't sure whether it was
reaching the Wall or the fact that his training had been over.
To the left of the Wall was a stone gallery. He could see elite members of a
counterterrorist unit guarding the entrance to where the Ark of the Covenant
was
being held. He could also see a large cluster of television reporters and
their
cameras nearby. Hasher Lakur was standing in a bright circle of lights, being
interviewed. The fool, Sherev thought. Publicizing the Ark was one thing, but
doing it there, in the most divided city in the world, was insanity.
He wondered how Lakur was explaining the Ark. Was he claiming it truly was
the
Ark of the Covenant that Moses had carried out of the captivity? In a way,
that
was true, but it was also true the Ark was an Airlia artifact. How would that
go
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perate time. Sherev had seen the intelligence reports about the various Arab
countries mobilizing. Could they finally bring together the jihad they had
always failed to complete? Or would they fall on each other like jackals?
Would
showing the Ark unify long-suffering Israelis or sow fatal doubts?
The media circle around Lakur broke up and he went through the narrow gate
into
the holding area. Sherev estimated there were at least a hundred thousand
people
watching and he knew the video was being beamed to millions more. The
security
personnel had to link arms to keep the crowd back. Sherev noted the snipers
posted along the top of the Wall scanning the crowd. He could hear the sound
of
helicopters in the distance and he imagined that several Cobra gunships were
on
standby.
A hush ran over the crowd as several rabbis came out of the gate. They were
followed by a man dressed in the high priest's robes they'd recovered from
the
Mission in Mount Sinai. A ripple of excitement ran through the crowd as many
recognized the garb: a white linen robe underneath a sleeveless blue
shirt_the
meeir_on top of which went a coat of many colors; a breastplate encrusted
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precious stones, and on his head a crown of three metal bands. It was an
impressive uniform, but everyone's attention shifted from the priest to the
next
group coming out of the gate. Four men stepped forward, two on each wooden
pole,
and between them they carried something large covered in a white cloth.
Even Sherev, an avowed cynic who had seen the Ark of the Covenant, was
impressed. Maybe Lakur was right. He could feel something in the crowd as
they
watched the men carry the covered Ark to a table set just in front of the
Wall.
They set it down, then pulled the poles out of the metal loops. The priest
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Sherev frowned. A helicopter was coming closer, the sound intruding on the
absolute silence of the crowd, the echo of the priest's words off the Wall.
The
priest reached out and slowly pulled the cloth off.
The Ark was three feet high and wide, by four feet long. The surface was gold-
plated. On the arched lid were two cherubim-sphinxes shaped exactly like the
Great Sphinx and the Black Sphinx that was hidden underneath it. Sherev knew
they were part of the Ark's security system, but they only functioned if the
Grail was inside. Since Aspasia's Shadow had taken the Grail to Easter
Island,
the ruby-red eyes remained dark.
The damn helicopter was getting even closer, somewhere just over the Temple
Mount, Sherev's experienced ears told him. He looked up. A Cobra gunship came
sweeping in, just clearing the top of the wall, then nosing over.
The pilot made no attempt to pull out of the dive. It slammed into the space
just in front of the Wall. The Ark, the priest, the rabbis, all were
enveloped
in the fireball.
Everyone within a hundred meters of the crash site was killed. Sherev was
knocked backward by the blast as he struggled to his feet. He ran forward
shouting orders, passing dismembered bodies, a sight he had seen before many
times in Jerusalem. He pulled a radio off one of the bodies and began issuing
orders.
His Blackhawk helicopter appeared over the Temple Mount and descended, blades
blowing the flames outward and clearing a space right over where the Ark had
been_and still remained, Sherev realized, the artifact lying unscathed on the
ground. He issued further orders and the Blackhawk landed next to the Ark.
The
side door slid open and the crew chief jumped out with a survival blanket in
his
hands, joining Sherev next to the Ark. Together they threw the blanket over
the
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member ran over to the body of the priest. The man was dead, exposed flesh
burned, but the garments were untouched. He grabbed the body and dragged it
to
the chopper, wrestling it on board.

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"Take off. Now!" Sherev ordered the pilot.
PEARL HARBOR
Captain Lockhart was in the shore command and control center of Pacific Fleet
Command and could see on the large display radar the ships rapidly leaving
Pearl
Harbor in response to her warning. She glanced at the red dot moving swiftly
on
the screen to the southwest. Numbers below the dot indicated twenty minutes
before the strange contact arrived. She knew the capital ships, including the
carrier Kennedy, had been the first through the channel and into the open
sea,
turning west at flank speed as soon as they were clear.
Admiral Kenzie had given shore command to her. She'd almost laughed when he'd
told her that before catching his helicopter ride out to the Kennedy. The
glass
ceiling against both her color and her sex had suddenly disappeared so that
she
could take charge.
"We have air contacts, rapidly closing," one of the radar personnel announced.
A
second later, another red dot appeared on the screen, farther to the
southwest,
but moving more quickly than the submerged contact.
"I thought the carriers were out of range?" she asked. The markings in the
bottom right corner of the status board indicated how far away the two
captured
aircraft carriers were and Lockhart knew the basic statistical data for the
planes those ships carried.

There was no answer. Lockhart realized that it was a foolish question. The
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"Launch what we have to interdict," she ordered.
From Wheeler Air Force Base, Kaneohe Marine Air Base, and other fields around
the island, all the planes that couldn't be loaded onto the Kennedy scrambled
and headed to the southwest. There were thirty-five planes in the makeshift
squadron_a mixture of F-15s, A-6 Corsairs, and a few F-16s and F-18s.
Lockhart sat down in the command chair and watched war being played out on a
large computer display.
AIRSPACE, PACIFIC
The two groups of planes closed on each other faster than four times the
speed
of sound. The encounter was brief and brutal. Each side had one shot and at
the
speeds they were flying, they were in range and then past each other in less
than a minute. Twelve American planes were destroyed and twenty Alien craft.
As the remaining twenty-three American planes turned, the Alien squadron was
already a hundred miles past them and closing on Hawaii.

PEARL HARBOR


Lockhart could see the red dot closing, the blue giving futile chase. The
other
red symbol representing the submerged contact was less than twenty-five miles
off the coast. The last ship of Task Force Nimitz had cleared the harbor and

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was
heading west.
She realized that both Alien forces_submerged and airborne_would arrive
simultaneously. She felt as if she were in a dream_a nightmare_watching the
dots
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She went up to the roof of the PAC-FLEET command building, overlooking Pearl
Harbor.
There was a tinge in the eastern sky, indicating dawn was approaching. She
blinked as two dozen Patriot missiles roared out of their silos from mobile
launchers parked less than a mile away along the edge of Wickam Field.
She watched the long, bright rocket tails of fire race to the southeast.
There
were several flashes on the horizon as a handful of the Patriots struck home.
She knew the bogeys were less than a minute out. She glanced toward the
harbor.
Nothing.
She heard the jet before she saw it. It came in low, less than twenty feet
above
the rooftop. There was a small flash, as it was right overhead. Lockhart
twisted
her head to follow the jet as it went inland, gaining altitude. She felt
something on her upturned face.
Then she began screaming as the nanovirus tore in through her skin into the
bloodstream.
All over the island, at every key military point, the Alien jets dropped
their
pods of nanovirus. At Wickam Field, four jets blanketed the entire field,
then
circled around and landed, safe inside the contaminated zone. One by one, the
other jets came in from their targets and landed.
In Pearl Harbor, the two modified submarines searched for the fleet, but
returned to the main channel without a target. Then they locked onto the only
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CHAPTER 10: The Present
VICINITY AREA 51


Turcotte sat perfectly still in the shadow of a boulder, watching a
rattlesnake
slither across the sand ten feet away. He estimated he was eight miles from
Area
51. He felt better than he had in a long time. Free of responsibility. His
concern over Lisa Duncan's kidnapping was somewhat offset by the fact that he
had no real idea who she was. Of course, she didn't either, he realized, as
he
continued to watch the snake move away. He viewed the abandonment of the
underground base at Area 51 as a potential blessing, meaning he might be free
of
the responsibilities he had assumed since arriving there in an undercover
role.
Turcotte had always been a loner and he felt at ease by himself in the

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desert.
His father had been killed in a logging accident when Mike was eight and the
next summer he had gone to the same camp to work, doing odd jobs. He did that
for the next few years until he was large enough to heft a chain saw and
wield
an ax. The toughest schools the Army put him through years later_Ranger,
Special
Forces, Scuba_were nothing compared to his time in the forest. It was rough
work
among even rougher men and Turcotte brought his check home each month to his
mother.
The snake was gone, slithering between two rocks. Turcotte felt his SATPhone
vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the small screen. It
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Duty.
It was a word beaten into him as a child and reinforced as an adult. He
almost
laughed out loud as his mind slid to the words he'd been forced to memorize
as
part of his officer training_the speech MacArthur had made at West Point upon
accepting the Thayer Award in 1962: "Duty, honor, country. Those three
hallowed
words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will
be. They are your rallying point to build courage when courage seems to fail,
to
regain faith where there seems to be little cause for faith, to create hope
when
hope becomes forlorn"
The damn West Point graduate tactical officer at his college had made all the
ROTC cadets memorize it, just like cadets at the Academy were forced to.
Turcotte flipped the phone open. "What?"

THE GULF OF MEXICO


"Do you know why humans die?"
Lisa Duncan was startled by the question. Garlin had been drawing blood, for
the
seventeenth time, according to her calculations and the number of needle
marks
in her arms. What was fascinating was that the first needle puncture wound,
made
just an hour earlier, was gone, all healing at a remarkable rate. She worried
about the IV. What was he putting into her? How had they knocked her out?
What
did they know that she didn't?
"Old age?"
"What is old age?" Garlin went to the door and passed the tube outside,
before
coming back to sit on a stool in front of her.
"Cells get old," Duncan said. "They stop reproducing."

"Do you know why?"
"No." She gave him a cold smile. "Remember? My past is not real. So maybe my
medical knowledge is bogus too."

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"Do you know what a telomere is?"
Duncan shook her head. There were no lingering aftereffects of whatever drug
they gave her, she realized. She felt fine, better than she could ever
remember.
"At the end of each chromosome in every cell in your body are small bits of
DNA
called telomeres. These bits serve a very important purpose. The telomere
acts
as a protective cap to keep the chromosome from unraveling at the ends with
each
cell division. After approximately a hundred divisions a cell runs out of
telomeres. After that, the chromosomes begin to degenerate with every cell
division. Eventually, the cell dies as the chromosome damage accumulates."
Garlin paused, looking down at his hands. Duncan could almost see him
testifying
before a congressional committee. Then she had to think for a moment_had she
truly testified in such a manner as she had envisioned?
Garlin continued. "You age because as you lose telomeres in your cells, your
body is like a clock winding down. Eventually you will not have enough good
cells to perform some essential task somewhere in your body and one of your
vital systems will fail.
"We first became aware of this about fifty years ago when the geneticists
Paul
Hermann Muller and Barbara McClintock discovered that the telomeres keep
chromosomes from fusing end to end, which could lead to chromosome breakage
and
loss as cells divide. But not only do they keep cells from fusing, they
maintain
the integrity of the cell itself. This is vital when you start considering
the
basic gene structure of the human."
Duncan rubbed her arm over the puncture marks, noting that even the latest
one
was fading. "Why do we run out of telomeres? If they're so important, it
seems
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"Good question," Garlin said. "And it brings up an interesting paradox. To
make
telomeres, you need an enzyme called telomerase. Normal cells, however, for
some
reason after birth, don't make telomerase. In fact, the only time we've
managed
to discover telomerase synthesis inside the human body after birth is in
cancer
cells. That's one of the reasons why it's so hard to kill cancer."
Duncan frowned. "That doesn't make sense. The enzyme we need for longer life
is
only produced by cancer, which kills us?"
"This is still a relatively new field," Garlin said. "We have started at the
very basics. In the seventies we first studied telomeres in protozoan
ciliates,
single-celled organisms that propel themselves with hairlike projections
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cilia, rather than in mammalian cells. At that time, ciliates were much
easier
to work with because they have many more telomeres per cell than do mammalian
cells. These organisms have two nuclei, and during the formation of the
larger
of these, the so-called macronucleus, the chromosomes break up into fragments
that then replicate, producing from twenty thousand to as many as ten million
pieces of DNA, each of which becomes capped at both ends by telomeres. In
contrast, a human cell has only ninety-two telomeres, two for each of the
forty-
six chromosomes."
"But we've mapped human DNA," Duncan noted. Something about what Garlin had
just
said bothered her, but she couldn't put her finger on it exactly and she
forgot
about it as he continued.

"Only very recently," Garlin said. "Bear with me. I want you to understand
this.
As study in this field progressed, some surprising things were learned.
Elizabeth Blackburn of the University of California, San Francisco, in the
early
seventies discovered something quite strange about the molecular regions
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for telomeres was very short and repeated numerous times, around sixty. This
was
surprising because at that time the only DNA that had been examined
closely_in
bacteria and viruses_did not have repeated sequences.
"Expanding to other organisms, other researchers found the same thing_a
repeating code in the telomeres. Yeast for example. This led researchers to
believe all telomeres were like this. When we finally isolated the first
human
telomere at Los Alamos, we found a repeating sequence TTAGGG_ where the T
stands
for thymine, the A for adenine, and the G for guanine. What was strange was
that
all other telomeres_ the ciliates, yeast, etc., only had thymine and
guanine."
"Why are we different?" Duncan asked. She wondered why he was giving her so
much
information_first about the new Majestic, and now about this. It was as if he
felt she had some information that he expected her to give in return. She
realized it was a subtle interrogation technique, one Mike Turcotte might
have
used.
"Good question," Garlin said. "We'll get to that. Not only do telomeres
protect
cells from degrading and losing chromosomes, we found they did other things,
much more subtle. By extending the ends of the chromosomes with repetitive,
noncoding DNA, they prevent the gradual loss of genetic information that
would
otherwise result from a quirk in the way DNA is replicated. The polymerase
enzyme that copies the DNA can't reproduce both strands of the double-helical
molecule all the way to the ends. As a result, chromosomes would get

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progressively shorter with every cell division and essential genes would
gradually be eroded. This doesn't happen because the cells can add telomeric
DNA
to the incompletely replicated ends of the chromosomes."
"In other words," Duncan said, "it keeps our gene pool in line."
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tipped with ciliate telomere sequences are put into yeast cells, they
subsequently acquire yeast telomere sequences. This indicated that the yeast
was
able to add sequences de novo to chromosomes."
Duncan held up her hand as she tried to follow. "Are you saying the telomere
changed to adapt to the new cells?"
"Yes."
She knew what Garlin was telling her was unusual and she also knew he was
leading up to something about what the Grail had done to her.
"Telomerase," Garlin continued, "is unlike all other enzymes we've studied.
In
addition to protein, it contains an RNA component, which serves as the
template
for synthesizing the telomere repetitions and the reproduction of the genetic
makeup of the host. This suggests that the enzyme might be an intermediate in
the evolution from the RNA world to the current world of DNA and protein."
"That's why unicellular organisms are basically immortal," she said. "Because
they have telomerase, they can replenish their DNA that would otherwise be
lost
every time the cell divided."
"Correct," Garlin said. "And why humans aren't. Since we don't have
telomerase,
our telomeres shorten every time our cells divide. Sperm and egg cells have
the

longest telomeres. We start dying the second we are conceived and our cells
start dividing and multiplying."
"Why?" Duncan asked.
"That's the thing that's puzzled researchers. If a single cell organism can
have
telomerase, why can't we? And it's more than just about dying, we're also
talking about repairing cell damage."
Duncan's hand went to her lower chest where Yakov's bullet had killed her.
There
was no sign of the wound even though less than a day had passed since she had
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"Telomeres support the activity of the RAD9 gene," Garlin said. "RAD9 halts
the
growth of cells whose DNA has been damaged, which suggests that telomeres are
part of the cell's damage-sensing system."
"So if we could produce the enzyme telomerase," Duncan said, "we could keep
our
telomeres active, protect our cells as they reproduce, and be immortal."
"It's not that simple," Garlin said. "Researchers have actually done
experiments, trying to make immortal cells. They introduced oncogenes from
simian virus 40 into cultured cells to activate telomerase. Many of the cells

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died, but some survived and continued to divide with active telomerase, which
stabilized their telomeres."
"Why the difference?" Duncan asked.
"There were abnormal chromosomes in the cells that survived. The problem with
the research so far," Garlin continued, "is that, as we told you earlier, the
only cells we've discovered in humans that have active telomerase are cancer
cells. In actuality, most of the medical research in this area so far hasn't
been focused on immortality but on developing inhibitors to block the
telomerase
in cancer cells so they'll die.
"Some researchers at the University of Colorado have succeeded in cloning the
gene that activates telomerase in human cells. This has led to two hopes_one
that we can develop targeted inhibitors that will attack telomerase in cancer
while not destroying healthy cells and secondly that we might activate
telomerase in healthy cells to slow down aging andrcell degeneration.
"We think that telomerase activation may be a necessary step for all tumors.
The
reason for this is that most cancer cells are immortal. Cancer cells, unlike
normal cells, can divide indefinitely in tissue culture if given adequate
nutrients. Normal cells have a limit of fifty plus or minus ten divisions,
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and stop dividing. The ability of cancer cells to keep dividing is believed
to
arise from the activation of telomerase. Therefore if telomerase is inhibited
then the telomeres in cancer cells will shorten and will act as a brake on
the
cancer cell growth."
"And my telomerase?" Duncan asked.
"It's active."
"Do I have cancer?"
"No." Garlin stood. "You're immortal as far as we can tell. Not only that,
but
you can replace damaged cells rapidly, as evidenced by your recovery from
your
gunshot wound."
"How did this happen?"

"The Grail did something to you," Garlin said. "We know the end result_your
cells actively produce telomerase_but we don't know how the Grail did this."
He
turned for the door. "But we will discover it."
QIAN-LING
Artad strode through the main cavern of Qian-Ling, noting the various
containers, followed by a half dozen of his kind. The shield generator, a
spinning cylinder forty feet long, produced a low hum that pervaded the
entire
enclosure. He stopped in front of one of the containers right next to the
large
shield generator and placed his six-fingered hand on a panel. One side slid
up,
revealing a smaller version of the generator, about ten feet long, resting in
a
black metal cradle with wheels.
He turned and gestured to his followers. An Airlia got on either side of the
generator and moved it out of the container. They followed Artad with it as

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he
continued through the cavern. He paused in front of an intricately designed
replica of a dragon_ten meters long, half that wide, with a long arced neck
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wings extended from each side. The metal skin glittered, as bright as the day
thousands of years ago that Artad had captured it from Aspasia's Shadow's
forces. It was known in Chinese lore as Chi Yu, the dragon beast from the
south.
A ramp, just below the tail, was open, revealing the interior and the pilot's
seat. Artad turned to the Airlia behind him and quickly issued orders in
their
singsong language. Then Airlia and the two pushing the generator went up the
ramp. They secured the generator inside and settled down into the seats. The
ramp slowly rose and closed.
Using the same drive as the bouncers, Chi Yu rose into the air and turned
toward
a tunnel that led to the outside world. It disappeared into the tunnel as
Artad
returned to the room containing the guardian. He turned off the shield wall
briefly to allow the flying dragon to depart, then reactivated the wall. He
then
went over to the guardian and reestablished contact in order to plan the next
stages of the war.
IRAN-TURKEY BORDER
Only seventeen miles away. General Kashir could clearly see Mount Ararat
directly ahead from his position standing in the top hatch of his armored
vehicle. Seventeen miles away and across the border, which was just a quarter
mile in front of him. Kashir's vehicles were on the crest of a small rise,
the
rest of his column hidden behind him. He could see the border post where a
handful of Turkish soldiers were on duty. He had no doubts that he could
overrun
the post quickly. The issue was what would happen in the seventeen miles on
the
way to Ararat and then on the slopes of the mountain itself.
He knew that his country was gearing up for war, although the enemy had yet
to
be determined. There was talk of renewing conflict with Iraq. Others said
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jihad against Israel, where all the Muslim countries would set aside their
differences and destroy the rogue state once and for all. Kashir thought the
first was more likely than the second. His mobilization of a mechanized
regiment
was lost in all the activity and he knew he would not be missed for a while
in
his own country. The Turks were a different matter.
Still, he knew he had no choice. He must go to Ararat and do as ordered. He
told
his driver to move forward while waving his arm to the troops behind,
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they should follow. Two dozen tanks and twice as many armored personnel
carriers
lurched forward.
The guards saw the convoy coming and stood uncertainly in the road behind
their
thin wooden pole. One of them, an officer, stepped up just behind the pole
and
put his hand up, indicating for Kashir to stop. The general responded with a
burst from his fifty-caliber machine gun.
The front of his APC crashed through the barrier. Other vehicles were firing,
killing the guards as they tried to run away. Kashir had his driver pull off
to
the side to let the tanks take the lead.
He put the binoculars to his eyes and looked toward the mountain. So close,
yet
he knew so much could happen in the next seventeen miles. He keyed his radio.
"Faster!" he ordered.


NEVADA DESERT


Mike Turcotte climbed up the side of the bouncer and slid inside. Quinn,
Mualama, Kincaid, and Yakov watched him enter. Turcotte could smell the fear
coming off them, no matter how much they tried to control it. They all knew
they
had been targeted for death and just barely escaped. He'd learned early in
his
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"What happened to Che Lu?" he asked, noting the blood splattered on Quinn's
uniform.
"She was killed." Quinn's hollow voice indicated his shock.
"I know that," Turcotte said. "I just buried her. How did she die?"
"Ricochet off the bouncer. Killed her instantly."
Turcotte sat down on the floor of the bouncer feeling the little energy he'd
gained drain from him. His earlier suspicious thoughts about the old Chinese
professor and her timing of the opening of Qian-Ling had faded away as he dug
into the sand with his bare hands. He remembered her concern for him when he
had
searched for the Mission.
He looked at each of the four closely. Quinn was in the pilot's seat, a
laptop
extended across him, screen glowing, but his eyes were dull. Yakov, the large
Russian, was standing, his presence filling the interior, the top of the
bouncer
just inches above his head. Kincaid had his own laptop clutched in his hands.
And Mualama_Turcotte frowned as he looked at the African archaeologist. His
initial impression of fear and anxiety from those inside didn't extend to
Mualama, who appeared quite unconcerned about recent events. A metal
briefcase
was at his feet and Turcotte assumed that it held Burton's manuscript.
"What have I missed?" Turcotte asked. "Major?" he said in a sharper voice,
getting Quinn's attention.
Quinn answered. "I've got no contact with anything at Area 51 and_"
"The equipment was destroyed and everyone left there arrested," Turcotte said
succinctly. "Area 51 is shut down. Who did it?"

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"Uh_" Quinn was flustered. "I don't know."
"They were Americans," Turcotte said. "Were they under the influence of
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"They were military," Quinn said.
"Acting under whose orders?" Turcotte pressed.

"They had an ST-6 clearance/' Quinn said. "I've accessed the NSA and copied
some
of their transmissions."
"We have an ST-6 clearance," Turcotte said. "Who else has one?"
"We had an ST-6," Quinn said. "Not anymore."
"Who else has one?" Turcotte asked again.
"Majestic_and us after them_were the only groups that had one as far as I
know,"
Quinn said. "ST-6 was invented by Eisenhower specifically for Majestic so
they
could operate in case of alien attack."
Yakov was nodding as if this made perfect sense. "So there's another
Majestic."

"Why do you think that?" Kincaid asked.
"Because that's the way covert organizations operate," Yakov told him.
"Always
have a backup. Which also means if they were willing to destroy Area 51, that
there is another Area 51 somewhere where they're operating from and where
they've taken Duncan."
Turcotte listened to the Russian and agreed with the logic, but he also
thought
that would require a hell of a lot of efficiency on the part of the US
government, something his years of service had indicated didn't happen often.
He
was tempted to ask Yakov where the backup for Section IV was, but refrained.
"What is our backup?" Kincaid asked.
No one answered that.
"Aspasia's Shadow sent a message to the UN," Quinn said. He turned his
computer
around so they could gather and look at the screen. The message played
through
to the end, then Quinn closed the top.
"Truth and lies mixed together" was Yakov's summation. "The issue is_which
was
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"Why not?" Yakov asked.
"Because Aspasia's Shadow isn't really human," Turcotte said. "And Artad
definitely isn't. We could spend the rest of our lives trying to figure this
crap out, but that's the bottom line. Even if Aspasia came here long ago to
protect the planet, it might be a case where the cure was as bad as the
disease.
He certainly hasn't been a friend of mankind over the millennia. Nor has
Artad."
Turcotte remembered something. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the

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medical papers he'd taken from the clipboard and handed them to Quinn. "I
want
you to check these."
"Yes, sir."
"Are we going to stay here in the desert forever?" Yakov asked.
"We can't trust the government," Turcotte said, "so we're going to have to go
to
a place where we can trust who is in charge."
"And that place is?" Yakov pressed.
"Head for North Carolina," Turcotte ordered Quinn.
"And then?" Yakov asked. "Do you persist in searching for Ms. Duncan?"
Turcotte stared at the Russian, meeting his gaze. The silence lasted several
seconds. "She's not a priority right now."
Yakov nodded. "That is a good decision, considering we don't even know who
she
is."
"We do what we planned on doing. The Master Guardian and Excalibur. Nothing's
changed."
Yakov raised a bushy eyebrow. "How can you say that?"

"We're alive," Turcotte said. "We've got a bouncer. We've got all our data.
We're still in business." He looked around at the others. "Everyone agree? I
think it is what Che Lu would advise us to do."
Slowly the other four nodded.
"Good. Let's get going, then."

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STRAIT OF TAIWAN


The naval battle in the Strait of Taiwan was over quickly. The Taiwanese navy
fought bravely but had never expected to face the brunt of the Chinese navy
without any American aid, despite the lack of a standing treaty. There had
been
a tacit assumption among the ranking officers of Taiwan's military that an
aggressive move by the mainland would be met by a strong response from the
United States and Japan simply in light of those countries protecting their
own
interests in the Far East. The Americans simply had no forces to deploy. The
Japanese were quiet, calling up their reserves but keeping all their forces
inside their borders.
The air battle was lasting longer, but the Chinese commander didn't wait to
gain
complete air superiority. The invasion fleet set sail across the hundred-mile-
wide stretch of water, every ship packed with troops. Overhead, Chinese
rockets,
guided by technology stolen from the West, roared through the air. Massive
explosions peppered key military targets throughout the island. Half the
rockets, though, were aimed at population centers to spread fear and panic.
Their warheads contained chemical and biological weapons of mass destruction.
It didn't quite work that way, though, as the Taiwanese, most having spent
their
entire life under the specter of potential assault from the mainland, reacted
with fortitude. Every male of age on the island had served his required time
in
the military and was then placed in the reserves for the rest of his life.
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kept their weapons at home and when the sirens had gone off indicating the
beginning of the conflict, they kissed their families good-bye, directed them
toward their shelters, and went to their local call-up center. The men
reported
to their induction centers and the women and children to bomb shelters, all
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suits. As the Chinese fleet appeared offshore, the beach defenses were manned
and ready.
One of those who waited for the invaders on the beaches was General Chang Tek-
Chong. The general had planned and prepared for years for this awful
possibility
but he had never envisioned the current scenario in his darkest nightmares.
Even
though there was no formal treaty with the United States, it had been tacitly
assumed that an aggressive move by the mainland would be countered by
American
forces. But there were no American forces in the western Pacific except for
those stationed in South Korea. Taiwan was on its own.
The general was typical of many of those who were defending the island in
that
he was actually part of an army that traced its roots to the invading KMT
army,
which now faced another invading force from the mainland. Tek-Chong's father,
Tan, had been illegitimate, the result of a liaison between a Japanese police
officer and a Taiwanese woman. Despite this poor beginning Tan had become a
police officer, then a lawyer. When the KMT invaded, he'd been arrested and
tried for treason. He'd been tortured, then dragged through the city streets.

When a soldier ordered him to kneel, Tan had refused and met his execution
standing, with a smile on his face.
Tek-Chong kept a black-and-white photograph taken by a KMT officer of his
father's execution in his wallet. It showed him the moment before death, the
muzzle of a pistol pressed against his right temple. The fortitude and proud
stance of his father was something that Tek-Chong had always tried to
emulate.
Like that earlier conflict, the only difference between the two sides
fighting
now was an ideological decision made before the lifetimes of almost all those
who died. It was a difference being exploited by Artad to expand his new
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CHUNCHON, SOUTH KOREA


Camp Page was less than ten minutes' flight time from the DMZ. The camp
consisted of a long runway and a cluster of hangars and barracks surrounded by
a
cinder-block wall topped by barbed wire. Parked along the runway were two
American army units. One was an attack helicopter battalion of Cobras. The
other
was a lift company of Blackhawks. The mission for the Blackhawks was highly
classified. They were the transportation for the tactical nuclear warheads
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United States kept in South Korea. The warheads were housed eighteen minutes'
flying time away in an underground bunker that was the most secure place in
South Korea. They included nuclear warheads for the eight-inch howitzer
battalion of the Second Infantry Division, along with nuclear mines that
would
be emplaced in already prepared positions along major axes of advance.
With the heightened tensions in the area, the entire unit was kept on a three-
minute alert, pilots and crew chiefs living in the hangars, next to their
aircraft. When the Klaxon indicating a scramble sounded, it was almost a
relief
for the men and women who dashed to their helicopters and started the
engines.
One by one, the Blackhawks rolled out of the hangars and lined up on the
airstrip until all eighteen were in line. Then, on the order of their
commander,
they all lifted into the air and turned to the southeast toward the bunker.
As
the choppers cleared the edge of the compound a flurry of SAM-7 antiaircraft
missiles sliced into the air, striking home. All eighteen helicopters were
destroyed in less than ten seconds.
The North Korean commandos who had crossed the border the previous night and
crept down to their hide positions outside the airfield were hunted down and
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Korean forces, but they had accomplished their mission. The tactical nuclear
warheads remained secure inside the bunkers as North Korean and Chinese
forces
crossed into the DMZ.
EASTER ISLAND
Kelly Reynolds felt like a shadow trying to hide in the dark. While there was
a
good chance she wouldn't be seen she also could do little other than observe.
She had no sense of her withered body, just a core of self, that existed next
to
and mostly in, the guardian computer. She had been watching the data flow for
a
long time, and she was getting better at discerning the component parts. It
was
as if she were standing next to a hundred-lane-wide superhighway with
thousands
of cars shooting by at very fast speeds. After a while, she was, in essence,
able to start noting the colors and makes of various cars. There was much
happening and she caught glimpses of a number of plans.

She knew of the nanovirus at Pearl Harbor and the failure to find the
remainder
of the American fleet. If she'd been able to control her body she would have
smiled as she sensed Aspasia's Shadow's anger over the failure to complete
the
coup de grace of the American military in the Pacific. But she could also
sense
his overwhelming confidence that this was just a minor setback and that his
ultimate victory was inevitable.
The guardian on Mars still maintained a communications link with this
guardian.
She was confused by this data stream, as it appeared that Aspasia's Shadow
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in essence ignoring the few surviving Airlia at the Cydonia Base on Mars
despite
a series of entreaties from them.
The Alien Fleet approached Pearl Harbor with more submarines being built in
the
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Shadow was issuing new orders, directing the fleet to adjust course and
search
for the surviving American ships and convert them.
Guides around the planet were attempting to rally people to Aspasia's
Shadow's
cause and subvert their own governments. Tapping into satellite
communications
and then into the Internet, the guardian, as directed by Aspasia's Shadow,
was
issuing orders to those Guides, directing them to cause as much dissension as
possible to keep the world from forming a united front and to spread
propaganda
regarding Artad.
The infected people on the surface of the island went about the tasks
designated
to them by the guardian.
The nanotechs widened the tunnel to the thermal power source underneath the
island.
All were part of the information and communication flow. Kelly could also see
the truncated avenues of communication that she knew had been to other
guardians
around the planet. And the major break, the line that had once been connected
with the Master Guardian but had been severed so long ago. She also "saw"
that
the guardian was opening up its end of that communications link, as if
preparing
for the other end to open also.
And in the midst of all this she saw it. The name Johnny Simmons. Like a
flashing light.
She homed in on the thin data flow with his name. It was piggybacked on a GPS
signal to the Alien Fleet. Unnoticeable, unless someone was looking for that
specific name. There was no reason for the guardian to notice, nor Aspasia's
Shadow, but for Kelly it was a bright shining light.
She accessed the data stream.
Turcotte wanted more information. About Excalibur. The Master Guardian. The
request was like a jolt of energy as it gave her a purpose. She came farther
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shadows into the guardian's data field to search for the information.


THE COLONEL JAMES N. ROWE
SPECIAL OPERATIONS TRAINING
FACILITY, NORTH CAROLINA

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The Special Operations Training Facility was located forty miles west of Fort
Bragg and had been established during World War II as a training base for the
Eleventh Airborne Division. A couple of decades later it served as the place
where Colonel Bull Simon trained the Son Tay Raiders in preparation for their
mission into North Vietnam. Years after that, Charlie Beckwith had utilized
the
area to prepare his Delta Force commandos for their ill-fated mission into
Iran.
It was now home to the field division of the Special Forces Qualification
course
as well as constantly being utilized by Delta Force, the Air Forces Special
Operations Wing, and CIA covert forces as a training area.
In the nineties the fixed training site had been named the Colonel Rowe
Training
Facility, after a Special Forces officer who had escaped imprisonment in
North
Vietnam and was later assassinated in the Philippines. At the present moment,
given the heightened state of alert for the US military, the Rowe Facility
was
empty, the instructors and students shipped out to the Special Forces Groups
to
get them up to strength. Next to the camp, there was a full-sized airstrip.
Thus, when Quinn brought the bouncer to a hover outside a large, rusting
hangar,
there was no one there to see. Turcotte exited, slid open the large doors,
the
rusted metal squealing in protest. Quinn flew the bouncer inside and landed
it.
They all exited and looked at Turcotte, waiting for the next step.
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he heard the whop of helicopter blades approaching. He went out of the hangar
onto the runway and looked to the east, in the direction of Fort Bragg. A
Blackhawk helicopter painted flat black came in low over the trees, circled
about, and landed forty feet away. The side door slid back and a quartet of
heavily armed men in unmarked fatigues exited. While two took the flanks, two
others ran up to Turcotte.
He held his hands up, empty palms forward. One of them started to pat
Turcotte
down, but a fifth man who had just gotten off the helicopter called out:
"That's
all right. Secure the perimeter."
Turcotte snapped a salute even though the fifth man wore no insignia.
"Colonel."
The man returned the salute. "Major."
Turcotte turned to his fellow refugees from Area 51. "This is Colonel
Mickell.
Delta Force commander."
Yakov nodded, remembering the assistance Mickell had given them during the
mission taking down Devil's Island. Turcotte quickly introduced the others,
then
they moved inside the hangar.
"What do you need from me, Mike?" Mickell asked.
"First, no word of our existence."
Mickell nodded. "That's a given."

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"Second, local security. We can trust no one."
"I'll leave the four I brought with me and send you a dozen more for outer
perimeter. All men I trust."
"Third," Turcotte said, "we need one of your mobile command posts." He knew
that
Delta had perfected a two-van setup that was mobile and could link into the
secure military communications system anywhere in the world. It wouldn't be
as
good as Area 51, but it was the best they could do under the circumstances.
"We're stretched pretty thin," Mickell said. "There's a lot of stuff going on
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lost with Hawaii. North Korea has invaded the South with Chinese support.
Taiwan
and the mainland are going at it. The Middle East is going nuts, especially
with
Saddam dead."
"Do you have a mobile command post available?" Tur-cotte pressed.
"Why don't you clue me in?" Mickell asked in turn.
Turcotte figured that was a fair enough request given that the colonel was
putting his military career, and most likely his life, on the line. "We think
we
have a way of stopping Aspasia's Shadow." He quickly briefed Mickell on the
Master Guardian he suspected was hidden inside a mother-ship on Ararat and
Excalibur being on Everest.
"All right," Mickell agreed, when Turcotte was done. "I'll have a command
post
out here as quickly as I can."
Turcotte walked out of the hangar and stood on the runway. He'd trained here
at
Camp Rowe many times in his army career, often preparing for real-world
missions
overseas. A slight breeze blew over the pitted concrete, making him shiver.
He
had a feeling this next mission was going to be harder than any he had ever
been
on before.
He pulled the collar of his battle dress uniform tighter around his neck.

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CHAPTER 1 1 : THE PRESENT
GULF OF MEXICO



"When you partook of the Grail," Dr. Garlin asked, "did anything else
happen?"
"The minute I put my hand in," Duncan said, "it took over my body."
"What about before?"
"'Before'?"
"You were in the Hall of Records," Garlin said. "The Ark was there. You were
wearing the robes and crown of a priest. The only things you didn't have were
the stones. Did anything happen before Aspasia's Shadow gave you the one
stone?"
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went
to the crown I was wearing."
"And you made the connection?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"I saw something when I was connected to the Ark," she said. "Something
strange."
Garlin leaned forward slightly. "And that was?"
"I saw a mothership," Duncan said. "I was inside it. There were bouncers in
cradles."
"The main hold of a mothership," Garlin said. "Similar to what was found
inside
the one at Area 51."
"Yes."
"What else?"
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vision. "An Airlia was putting the Grail inside of it. They put it on board a
bouncer. The large bay doors opened. We were about a mile up in the air. We
were
over water. I saw a talon fly by. The bouncers began flying out of the hold.
Going in different directions." She fell silent for a moment, her face tight
as
she drew up the memory.

"Perhaps that is how the Airlia arrived here," Garlin said, "and began_"
Duncan held up a hand. "No. It wasn't. It wasn't how they arrived here.
Because
when the talon passed by below the hold I saw its shadows."
Garlin frowned. "What?"
"Shadows," Duncan said. "Plural. There were two suns in the sky of this
planet.
It wasn't Earth."
"It makes sense the Airlia would have traveled to other worlds," Garlin said.
"But taking a Grail and an Ark to other worlds?" Duncan asked.
"Interesting," Garlin said. 'Two suns. We're going to run a full-body MRI on
you."
Duncan seemed resigned. "What do you hope to discover doing that?"
"We have Majestic's EDOM data. We want to see if you've been_" He paused,
searching for the right word, but Duncan interrupted with a sharp laugh.
"Changed?"
"We know you've been changed by the Grail," Garlin said. "We want to find out
what else has been done to you. Before the Grail."

PEARL HARBOR


If a nanovirus could be disappointed, the collective swarm that controlled
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that emotion. The hope had been to catch the remaining American fleet in the
Pacific in the harbor and absorb the ships and crews into the Alien Fleet
that

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was still approaching. With that combined might, the next step would be a
multipronged assault on the West Coast of the United States.
Instead, the harbor was empty, everything that could move having gone to sea.
As
per commands from Easter Island, scout planes were sent out searching while
the
nanovirus spread, taking over all shore personnel. Civilians were ignored for
the time being as they had no useful skills and there was no present need for
cannon fodder. The exception was any type of communications off the island.
AH
radio, telephone, TV, and satellite transmitters were seized, the personnel
running them absorbed via the nanovirus. Oahu was cut off from the rest of
the
world. The other islands in the Hawaiian chain held little interest for
Aspasia's Shadow and were ignored.
In the hills above Pearl Harbor, members of a few Special Forces A-Teams and
a
couple of SEAL squads crouched in the jungle and observed, radioing reports
back
to both the fleet and the United States. The reports were intercepted by the
alien forces, and squads of infected Marines began to spread out from Pearl
Harbor, searching for the teams.
In the harbor itself, the nanovirus did find one ship of the line, albeit not
in
working order. That, however, was more of a challenge than a problem. The
nanovirus began constructing nanomachines that went to work on the submerged
ship.
KATHMANDU, NEPAL
McGraw and Olivetti arrived in the middle of the night, the F-14 Tomcat
landing
on the main runway at Tribhuvan International Airport exactly as programmed
by
the guardian. Their incisions were healed with the aid of the nanovirus and
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adapted to. As the plane came to a halt, the two SEALs saw the headlights of
a
vehicle approaching. They slid back the Canopy and stiffly climbed out of the
aircraft.
McGraw had an MP-5 submachine gun and as a pickup truck pulled up the plane,
he
slid back the bolt, loading a round into the chamber. A man got out of the
truck, yelling something in Nepalese, obviously not pleased with the
middle-of-
the-night arrival. McGraw shot him through the forehead.
The two SEALs pulled their gear out of the plane and threw it in the back of
the
pickup. There didn't appear to be any other activity at the airfield given
the
late hour. McGraw slipped on a set of night-vision goggles as he got behind
the
wheel of the truck. He turned the headlights off and the goggles on as
Olivetti
got in the passenger side.
McGraw scanned the airfield, then spotted what he was looking for: a pair of

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helicopters parked near a hangar. He drove the truck over to the choppers.
One
was a vintage Russian-made MI-17, a large cargo chopper. The other was more
modern, a French-made Ecureuil AS350B.
The two men paused, looking at the two for a moment, then they loaded their
gear
in the back of the Ecuruil. McGraw went over to the hangar and broke in. He
found an office in one corner. Searching the top of the desk, he found a list
of
phone numbers and names. He ran his finger down until he found the Nepalese
word
for pilot.
He dialed the number and when a confused voice answered, he simply said the
Nepalese word for airport, then hung up.
Twenty minutes later, headlights cut through the night, approaching the
hangar.
A door opened and an angry man stepped out, yelling in Nepalese and looking
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up by the succinct method of slamming the barrel of the MP-5 across the man's
mouth, smashing teeth.

The pilot dropped to his knees, hands going to his mouth, blood gushing out.
Olivetti put the muzzle of the submachine gun next to the pilot's head,
finger
on the trigger. McGraw knelt in front of the pilot, spreading a map on the
tarmac, shining a flashlight on it.
"Sagamartha," McGraw said, tapping a spot on the map.
The man looked up, confused.
"Sagamartha," McGraw repeated, then pointed at himself, Olivetti, then at the
helicopter, and finally at the pilot. Then he pointed to the northeast.
The pilot shook his head, a movement that was cut short by Olivetti jabbing
the
muzzle sharply against the man's temple. The man said something in Nepalese.
When the pilot realized they didn't understand, he thought for a moment, then
pointed at the helicopter, indicating he needed to get something.
McGraw gestured and Olivetti let the man get up. They walked over to the
helicopter and the pilot opened the door, then pulled out a logbook. He
flipped
through until he came to a certain page. He shoved it in front of McGraw, his
finger on a certain part. A number and letter: 6100M.
Then the pilot put his finger on the map, at the same point that McGraw had
pointed to. "Sagamartha," the pilot said, and tapped the number: 8848M. He
then
waved one hand horizontally and shook his head.
McGraw's expression didn't change. He ran his finger along a road that ran
east
out of Kathmandu, then turned to the north, crossed the border into Tibet,
then
looped around again to the east. His finger came to a halt north of Everest.
The pilot frowned, started to say something, then realized the situation and
his
mouth snapped shut. McGraw pointed

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toward the helicopter, then jerked his thumb up. Olivetti added emphasis by
jamming the muzzle of the MP-5 into the pilot's ribs hard enough to cause him
to
double over. Cursing, the pilot climbed into the pilot's seat and strapped
himself in, as the two SEALs climbed in and shut the doors. The pilot started
the engines.

PETHANG RINGMO, TIBET


A cold wind blew from the south across the stone veranda that faced the army
barracks. It was always cold there and the air was thin at over a mile-and-a-
half-high altitude. The barracks overlooked the small village of Pethang
Ringmo,
where less than a hundred hardy souls lived. The village was at the end of an
often-washed-out track that could be negotiated in good weather by a
four-wheel-
drive vehicle.
Despite centuries of self-rule, Tibet was occupied in 1950 as Communist China
sought to expand its sphere of influence. For nine years an uneasy peace
existed
in the land as the Dalai Lama tried to rule in conjunction with the invaders.
That changed in 1959 when the country rose up against the interlopers.
Thousands
of Tibetans, including the Dalai Lama escaped, seeking asylum in India.

It's estimated that since that time, over a million Tibetans who were left
behind have died as a result of the occupation and the attempts by China to
make
it a Chinese province. It is believed that these efforts at genocide and
repopulation have succeeded to the point where there are a million more
Chinese
living inside Tibet than natives. Of the six thousand monasteries that
existed
prior to the occupation, only twelve remain, the rest destroyed, many as a
result of target practice by Chinese artillery. Reports had filtered out that
the Chinese were sterilizing Tibetan women and also dumping nuclear waste in
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All those things meant little to a Chinese major who stood on the barracks'
stone balcony. He had been stationed in Tibet for another reason altogether.
At
the moment he was staring at the three people in front of him, then down at
the
orders he'd been faxed from Beijing. The fax was signed by the president
himself, so there was no doubting whether he would comply. The people had
arrived via helicopter less than ten minutes ago. The major, who only went by
one name in the climbing community_Aksu_was a short wiry man with leathery
skin.
He had summited Everest twice, once from the south and once from the more
difficult northern approach, blazing a new trail in from the northeast,
rather
than the accepted northwest route. According to these orders, he was to take
these people up the northern route.
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reached the major's ears. He wasn't certain how these strangers fit into all
of
that, and the fax explained nothing. It grated on the major that the three
were
obviously foreigners with their pale skin, red hair, and eyes hidden by
sunglasses. Even more than that, though, what truly rankled him was the fact
that he could tell they weren't climbers. And their leader was a woman.
"Everest is no place for amateurs," he brusquely informed them.
Lexina nodded. "I know."

Aksu spit into the gravel that lined the runway. "One of five who go up,
die."
"We only need one of us to come back," Lexina said.
"Why do you need to go?"
"We need to recover something from the mountain."
"What?"
"I cannot tell you that."
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"No. We must go."
Aksu turned away from the three and looked to the southwest. The horizon was
lined with white peaks, but there was no mistaking Everest. Aksu had been on
all
sides of the great mountain and there was no doubt that the view was more
spectacular from this side. The triangular shape of the peak was visible,
despite being over eighty miles away. It was a clear day, which was unusual,
as
the peaks were normally embroiled in clouds. He also knew, though, that the
weather could change in a matter of minutes.
"It will take two weeks."
"We don't have two weeks," Lexina said.
"It is impossible to go any faster. You must spend at the very least a week
at
base camp to acclimatize to altitude. If you go up too quickly you will
suffer
cerebral edema. Your brain will swell. You will die."
"We have been prepared for the altitude," Lexina said.
'The only way to prepare for altitude is to be at altitude," Aksu said
simply.
"Major." Lexina's voice took on an edge. "You have your orders."
Aksu shrugged. "We leave in one hour."

DIMONA


The Blackhawk settled down inside the secure perimeter of Dimona and Sherev
relaxed slightly. He'd been listening in on the secure military net as they'd
flown out of the carnage in Jerusalem. There were those already claiming the
suicide attack on the Ark had been the act of Arab terrorists and were
clamoring
for war, demanding that Israeli conduct a preemptive strike against her
surrounding enemies. Sherev thought such thinking and demands premature.

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captain.
An Orthodox fundamentalist. As several men carried the covered Ark into the
bunker, Sherev shook his head. Zealots were dangerous people. He knew they
were
scared because of reports that the Ark of the Covenant wasn't made by man as
the
Bible said. And it wasn't made according to God's instructions. And it didn't
carry Moses' tablets. It was alien. And that meant many things that people
believed and underpinned their faith on were lies. Sherev knew that when
people's faith was threatened, the core of their existence was also
threatened.
For the moment he was content to put the Ark back in the vault and wait to
see
how the burgeoning world war was going to be played out. However, he felt a
sense of anxiety deep in the pit of his stomach, knowing full well that
inactivity was the worst of all options in military and covert operations.

THE GULF OF MEXICO

Garlin opened the door and gestured for Lisa Duncan to enter the room. He'd
retrieved her from the examining room just a moment ago and brought her down
a"
corridor. She saw no one else during the short trip. It was as if the two of
them were the only occupants of the new Area 51. The new room held a massive
machine with an opening in the center from which a human-sized metal
stretcher
was extended. A white sheet covered the metal.
"Have a seat." Garlin indicated the stretcher.
Duncan sat down and waited as Garlin washed his hands. He came back with an
IV
needle.
"What's that for?" Duncan asked.
"We're going to do several things at the same time and compare the results,"
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an MRI but also a CAT scanner and PET." He continued talking as he expertly
slid
the needle into the back of her hand. "The MRI will give us not only a cross-
section view of your body, but also give us an idea of what's happening
biochemically. This IV will put a solution in that targets the telomerase.
The
PET scan will give us an idea of what's happening with that."
The IV was in. He rolled over a hanging solution and hooked it to the tube.
"Do
you know how an MRI works?"
Duncan shook her head.
"Three stages. First, you are placed in there." He indicated the large
machine.
"It's a cylindrical magnet that will create a steady magnetic field thirty
thousand times stronger than the Earth's magnetic field. Then the body is
stimulated with radio waves to change the steady-state orientation of your
body's protons. Then we shut off the radio wave and the machine basically,
for
lack of a better term, listens to your body, picking up the electromagnetic
frequencies emanating from it at certain frequencies."

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Garlin had his back to her now and was looking inside a black medical bag.
"It's really quite amazing," Garlin continued.
"What do you hope to discover?" Duncan asked. The table she was sitting on
was
cold and she didn't fancy the idea of lying inside the machine for however
long
the process took.
"How your body comes back to life," Garlin said.
"What_" Duncan began, but she didn't get another word out as Garlin spun
about,
a pistol in his hands and fired, all in one smooth movement. The round hit
her
in the chest, splintered through a rib, tore a path through her heart, and
exited, slamming into the metal wall behind her. The impact knocked her body
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and she was dead by the time Garlin walked up to her. He swung her legs up,
orienting the body, then pressed the button that slid Duncan's lifeless bbdy
into the machine.
THE COLONEL JAMES N. ROWE SPECIAL OPERATIONS TRAINING FACILITY
Turcotte turned his head away from those gathered around the table and peered
out of the hangar doors. He was still, as if listening.
"One of_" Larry Kincaid began to say, but Turcotte held up his hands,
indicating
silence.

After a minute, Turcotte shook his head. "I thought I heard something. Or"_he
paused, uncertain_"I felt something." He turned to Kincaid. "What were you
going
to say?"
"One of Professor Nabinger's coordinates is on Mount Ararat," Kincaid said.
He
had Che Lu's notebook and had been examining the information inside.
The survivors of Area 51 were inside the hangar next to the runway. Besides
the
bouncer, two trailers also filled the inside, cables looping from them to
numerous antennas set on the roof of the hangar. Colonel Mickall was also
present, coordinating their support through his Delta Force channels.
The others gathered around as Kincaid made a pencil mark on a map. "Right
here."
"The Ahora Gorge." Yakov read the small letters. The spot was just to the
northeast of the peak of the mountain. "It is high up."
"About thirteen thousand feet lower than where I'm going," Turcotte noted.
"I have a simple question," Yakov said.
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"If this mothership is hidden in a cavern like the one was here, how do I get
into this place, considering no one has reported finding it over the
centuries?"
Turcotte turned to Quinn. "How did they get into the mothership hangar here?
And
how did they find it in the first place?"
"They found it," Quinn said, "when survey teams at the beginning of World War
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noticed a magnetic anomaly in the area coming from inside Groom Mountain.
They
tunneled in and found the cavern and mothership."
"Are you sure of that?" Turcotte asked.
Quinn shrugged. "No. It's what I was told. It could be a cover story. Who
knows
what the truth is?"
"I'm not going to be able to do much tunneling on Ararat," Yakov said. "How do
I
get into the cavern?"
"Demolitions," Turcotte said. "Otherwise called tunneling in a hurry. Find a
cave or a crack or something and blast your way in toward the coordinates."
Yakov frowned. "Not the best plan."
"The best we can do right now," Turcotte said, "and I think the right now is
the
more important aspect."
"We shall see," Yakov said.
"Also..." Turcotte paused.
"Yes?" Yakov prompted.
"There will most likely be others seeking the Ark. Perhaps they will know the
way in."
Yakov nodded, understanding what Turcotte was telling him.
Turcotte turned to Kincaid. "Did Che Lu have any coordinates on Everest?"
"Not that I can see," he said. "Nothing close."
Mualama spoke up. "Excalibur was put on Everest by a rogue group of Watchers
under the command of Myrrdin_ Merlin. It is doubtful that Nabinger would have
picked the coordinates up from High Rune markings."

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"How do you know that?" Turcotte asked.
Mualama held up Burton's missing manuscript. "It's in
here."
"Nice to let us know that now," Turcotte said.
"I translated the manuscript in the order you wanted me to" Mualama said.
"Remember? Information on the Grail and the Mission was the priority."

Turcotte didn't buy that explanation. They'd been totally dependent on
Mualama
to translate Burton's text, written in ancient Akkadian. His information
about
the location of the Mission's base under Mount Sinai had been accurate but
Turcotte had to wonder if there was anything else the archaeologist was
holding
back. In fact, they had to trust that Mualama had brought forth the entire
manuscript, given that the African had traveled all over the world tracking
it
down.
"What does Burton say about Excalibur?" Turcotte asked.
"According to what Burton learned at Avalon," Mualama said, "Merlin came
there
after Arthur died and took Excalibur from the Watcher of Avalon, Brynn. The
Watchers didn't know where he took it, but in the course of tracking down the
scepter for the Hall of Records, Burton came across stories about a special
sword and indications it had been taken by Merlin toward southern Asia_beyond
the edge of the known world at that time.
"When Burton was stationed in India, he was part of a group that mapped the
northern districts, in the foothills of the Himalayas. As was his wont, he
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stories. And he heard tales that a magical sword had been brought from the
West
many years ago by a sorcerer and taken high into the mountains, to the roof
of
the world."
'That doesn't give me an exact location," Turcotte noted. "Everest is a big
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"The entire point of putting it up there was that no one could get to it,"
Mualama said. "Or get up there, recover the sword, and make it down alive."
"People have climbed Everest," Turcotte noted.
"Only in the past fifty years," Mualama said. "And from what Burton wrote
about
what he heard, it's not on the very top, but close to it, on a portion of the
mountain that is very difficult to get to. In a place where climbers heading
for
the top wouldn't go."
Something didn't sit right with Turcotte about all of this. "If Burton knew
where it was hidden, what about Artad? And Aspasia's Shadow? Do they know?"
Mualama shrugged. "I would imagine so. After all Kelly Reynolds got the
information out of the Easter Island guardian, right? Aspasia's Shadow
certainly
has access to the same resource."
"Why hasn't anyone recovered it, then?" Turcotte asked.
"It would have broken the truce," Mualama said.
Turcotte shook his head. "Hell, both sides have broken the truce numerous
times
over the years."
"I don't know," Mualama said, shrugging.
"Perhaps"_Yakov drew the word out_"activating the Master Guardian would have
had
much the same effect as activating the interstellar drive of the mothership.
Perhaps it would draw in this enemy of the Airlia_the Swarm?"
"How do you know that?" Turcotte asked. That was the thing that had started
all
this, when Majestic had planned on test-flying the mothership and Turcotte
had
stopped them at the last minute.
"I don't know it," Yakov said. "But while both sides broke the truce, neither
side attempted to fly a mothership until recently and that seems more an
automated response by Majestic's guardian than a plan. Perhaps there are
aspects
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"Too much conjecture," Turcotte muttered. "And remember, Excalibur was used
during Arthur and Merlin's time. I don't like the idea of wandering around on

Everest looking for a sword that could be hidden anywhere. Hopefully we'll
get
another message from Kelly with the exact location."
"Ah_" Colonel Mickell held up a hand.
Turcotte paused. "Yes, sir?"
"Mike, you have any idea what it's like to be on Everest?"
"It's a mountain," Turcotte said, looking down at his boots.
"No," Mickell shook his head. "It's the mountain. Two of my men were on an
expedition there last year. They didn't make it to the top. And they were the

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best climbers we have. You can't just go up there," Mickell added. "You have
to
acclimatize over a long period of time or you will die."
"I don't have time to acclimatize," Turcotte said. "I'll be on the bouncer.
It
won't take but a couple of minutes."
"Mike." Mickell said the one word like a slap in the face.
Turcotte's eyes couldn't meet the colonel's. Finally, he nodded. "I know,
sir.
Nothing ever goes as planned, but I don't see what I can do other than just
go."
"You can be prepared for the worst," Mickell said. "We did some research
after
our men came back. We don't expect to have to operate on Everest but we do
have
to plan that we might have to conduct a short-notice operation at extreme
high
altitude someday. That's the major reason we sent our two men up there."
"And?" Turcotte was anxious to be going. He could hear an aircraft landing on
the runway and from the sound of the propellers, he knew it was a
C-130_Yakov's
ride to Turkey.
Mickell glanced at his watch. "As soon as I heard where you were going I
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here any minute with our high-altitude packet and one of my men who was part
of
the expedition.
"The problem is oxygen, Mike. The minute you get above twenty-five thousand
feet
you're in the death zone. Your body starts dying. You only have about
one-third
the oxygen you're used to at sea level."
"People have climbed it without oxygen, though," Turcotte noted.
"Yeah," Mickell allowed. "Sixty. And an equal number who tried it without
have
died. Like those odds?"
"I assume your man will have oxygen for me to use," Turcotte said.
"Even among those who use oxygen one-sixth die. And all of them take weeks to
months to acclimatize at high altitude before making a summit attempt."
"So you've got oxygen in this packet, right, sir?" Turcotte repeated.
"Mike, it isn't just lack of oxygen that's a danger. There's pulmonary edema,
cerebral edema, hypothermia_"
"Sir_" Turcotte looked his superior officer in the eyes. "I've got to go.
Whatever you've got in this packet beyond the oxygen that can help_"
Mickell suddenly seemed to notice all the others gathered around. "Mike. We
never really planned on doing this. Unless_"
Turcotte nodded and completed the statement. "Unless there was absolutely no
other option."
"Right."
"So what do you have besides oxygen?" Turcotte asked, not really wanting to
hear
the answer.
"Blood packing. Drugs. Experimental stuff that has never been used."
"OK."
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an I'm sending with you not only made the climb, but he's ;o a medic. He can
prep you on the way there." "All right." Turcotte looked around. "Anyone have
anything else before we split up?"
Ouinn spoke up. "I'll continue to go through the archive information you got
from Moscow and I'll reread what has been translated of Burton's diary."
"Whatever you get, forward to Yakov and me," Turcotte
said.
"Yes, sir."
A Delta Force soldier popped his head in the hangar. "Anyone want a ride to
Turkey?"
"I'll walk you out to the plane," Turcotte said to Yakov. He turned to
Mualama
as the two headed out. "Make sure all the gear is loaded on the bouncer."
A specially modified C-130 transport aircraft was fifty meters away as they
exited the hangar, engines running, back ramp down. Turcotte stopped just
short
of the ramp. Twenty Delta Force commandos were already inside, geared up and
ready to go. Turcotte didn't envy them the long flight to Turkey. Colonel
Mickell's staff had already coordinated inflight refueling for the trip.
"Good luck." Turcotte shook Yakov's hand.
"You also," Yakov said.
"I'll meet you in Turkey," Turcotte said as he stepped back from the ramp.
"I will see you there." Yakov stood in the shadows as the ramp slowly rose
and
the top came down from above. Turcotte walked away from the plane as the prop
blast washed over him. The smell of burning fuel was one he always associated
with C-130s and parachuting. He waited as the plane accelerated down the
runway
and rose into the air, banking toward the east. It was quickly out of sight,
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Turcotte paused as a Blackhawk helicopter swooped in The side door opened and
several Delta operatives got off carrying gear toward the hangar. Mualama
directed them toward the bouncer.
Colonel Mickell waited for him with a tall soldier with graying hair. "Mike,
this is Jim Morris."
The medic had a large plastic case in each hand, so Turcotte just nodded. "I
got
your blood types from the colonel. We should be good to go."
Turcotte had always trusted Special Forces medics. They were highly trained
and
often, on missions to developing nations, worked as doctors, dentists, and
surgeons. "You ready to go?"
"Yes, sir."
Turcotte turned to Mualama. "You ready?"
The African nodded.
"Let's do it, then."

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CHAPTER 12:,The Present
TAIWAN

As the first wave of mainland forces headed toward shore in their landing
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Tek-Chong waited in his command post bunker eight hundred meters inland. He
saw
the golden dragon flying to the north about four miles up the beach, but like
his comrades did not know what to make of it.
The Taiwanese forces put aside their shock and opened fire as soon as the
mainland craft were in range, only to receive their second, and much more
devastating, shock as their projectiles hit a shield wall projected by Chi Yu
that covered the Chinese forces. Their bullets were stopped and shells
exploded

harmlessly. The weapon superiority that Taiwanese commanders had counted on
to
counter the numerical edge of the mainland forces was lost. The first wave
hit
the beaches, the ramps dropped, and thousands of men stormed ashore under the
protection of the shield wall.
Despite the fact that he could see that the artillery wasn't penetrating the
invisible shield in front of the landing forces, Tek-Chong ordered his forces
to
keep firing. He watched as rounds smacked harmlessly into the same shield and
thousands of mainland troops poured ashore untouched, establishing a
beachhead.
Not certain what to expect, Tek-Chong held his post. He
could see the mainland forces digging in, setting up their
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difficult and dangerous part of an invasion was being accomplished without a
loss.
Reluctantly Tek-Chong ordered his forces to cease firing in order to save
ammunition. He kicked the concrete wall of his bunker as he watched the
mainland
forces deploy.
His frustration was gone in an instant, though, when the mainland artillery
suddenly opened fire. Tek-Chong screamed into his radio for his forces to
fire
back as the shells impacted among his forces. He realized the shield was
down,
but for how long?
The mainland troops fired ten volleys while his artillery managed to respond
with three before the mainland ceased fire. His forces' next volley impacted
on
the shield and he called a halt. The pattern repeated five minutes later and
Tek-Chong realized that his forces were on the losing end of this battle of
attrition as long as the mainland forces knew when the shield would be active
or
inactive.
Tek-Chong reluctantly issued the order for his forces to pull back.

SOUTH KOREA

Nearly 1 percent of land in the Korean peninsula had been completely
untouched
by the intrusion of man for almost fifty years. While environmentalists in
other
countries would be thrilled, this was not the result of an ecological
decision,
but rather one of war. When the cease-fire was signed in 1953, the front line
between the United Nations and Chinese troops zigged and zagged across the

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peninsula. Under the terms, both sides simply pulled back two kilometers,
leaving a four-kilometer gap between the forces, which stretched from the Sea
of
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skeletons, and minefields_and a pure ecology untouched by humans. On the
south
side, about five hundred meters back from the DMZ, was a barbed-wire fence,
mostly elec-5ed with a ten-meter cleared area on either side. Patrols moved
along the southern side of the fence continuously, checking the plowed earth
for
footprints. Overlooking the Fence were observation posts manned by squads of
soldiers.
With fifty years to plan, the North Korean assault into the DMZ was perfectly
coordinated. And just as perfectly, the Americans and South Koreans began
their
defense. Within sixty seconds the perfect plans of both sides dissolved into
the
confusion and terror of all-out war.
Behind a large hill on the North Korean side of the border, out of direct
line
of sight from the south, was a large warehouse that appeared to be part of a

motor pool complex. Crammed inside were two thousand soldiers comprising an
infantry regiment of crack North Korean commandos under the command of
Colonel
Lin.
In the center of the large space that encompassed the interior of the
building,
was a sixty-foot-wide door, angled at forty-five degrees. Checking his watch,
Lin held his wrist in front of his face as the second hand slowly made its
circuit around. When it reached twelve, he chopped downward with his other
hand,
giving the signal to the engineers. The door slowly rumbled open, revealing a
mine shaft that angled down into the ground toward the south, dimly lit by a
row
of naked lightbulbs strung along the roof. A platoon of engineers quickly ran
into the tunnel, which was wide enough for ten men to enter abreast. Lin
followed, his regiment behind him, tightly packed together.
The men were hungry, Lin knew. Literally. North Korea had slowly been
starving
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Famine was a vulture on everyone's shoulders. The army got food first, but
that
brought little solace to men who knew their families at home were worse off.
Tens of thousands had died in the past several years.
Lin skidded to a halt as the engineers paused in front of him. He put his
arms
out wide and the thousands behind him also halted. He could feel his men,
almost
like a single living thing, a snake, slithering through the ground to attack
their enemy to the south.
They moved for almost thirty minutes, moving farther and farther to the
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The chief engineer put his hand on a plunger set in the center of the tunnel.
Wires led from it ahead. Lin knew they had passed under the DMZ between North
Korea and South Korea and were across the border.
The charges had been in place for twenty years, ever since this particular
tunnel had been dug. Every six months volunteers had sneaked into the tunnel
and
checked them.
The earth shuddered. Lin blinked as a cloud of dirt and dust came billowing
down
the tunnel toward him. He closed his eyes, feeling his skin covered,
blanketed
by the debris, a wind rushing down the tunnel. Then all was still.
Lin opened his eyes. There was daylight ahead. The way was open. Lin began
moving forward even as the engineers set up ladders to help in the ascent. He
felt that if he didn't move, the men behind would trample him, pound him into
the dirt, in their desire to go up.
Lin paused for just the slightest of moments as he reached the ladder. Were
they
so desirous to attack or to join with their brethren in the south?

TURKEY

Five miles. The road was rising up, the land swelling toward Ararat. Two
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on the side of the road. General Kashir had his map out and was scanning the
terrain ahead, searching for the best route toward the Ahora Gorge. It was on
the northeast side of the mountain, so he directed his lead vehicle to leave
the
road and angle to the right.
The first indication of the incoming Turkish jets was when their ordnance
obliterated the front third of Kashir's column. The blast wave from the bombs
blew over Kashir like a warm wind. He craned his neck but the planes were

already miles away, making a long turn to come back for another run. Glancing
forward, he saw the smoking ruins of the front vehicles.
"Disperse and make for the rally point," he ordered.
The Iranian vehicles spread out and raced toward the mountain as the Turkish
jets unloaded the rest of their bombs. Half of the tanks and APCs were
destroyed, but the rest continued on course, heading up the slope of the
mountain.
IN AIR
"We've received a message from Kelly." Quinn's voice sounded tinny and
distant
in the headphones, the result of being scrambled by the Delta equipment and
descrambled by the receiver set next to Turcotte.
Turcotte glanced over his shoulder. Mualama was seated with his back against
one
of the plastic cases, his eyes closed, apparently resting. Morris had another
case open and was going through the gear inside. Turcotte was seated in the
depression in the center of the bouncer, his hands on the control. They had
just
crossed the East Coast of the United States and were headed east at over
three
thousand miles an hour across the Atlantic.
"And?" Turcotte asked.

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"We've got a grid for Excalibur. I'm sending it hard copy via onetime pad."
Turcotte nodded slightly as the machine scrolled out a piece of paper. "So if
we
have it, Aspasia's Shadow has it."
"A good assumption," Quinn said.
"Anything else in the message?"
"Just the coordinates and one word."
Turcotte waited.
"Beware."

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CHAPTER 13: THE PRESENT
SOUTH KOREA

The capital of South Korea, Seoul, has the disadvantage of being a relatively
short distance from the demilitarized zone. As North Korean and Chinese
forces
poured over and under the border, General Carmody and the South Korean
president
had to make some quick recalculations based on the dual facts that they had
neither tactical nuclear weapons nor American naval and air support from the
fleet as expected.
The major advantage they did have in conducting their defense was the land
itself and time. A mountainous land, the terrain of Korea lent itself to the
defense by channeling attacking forces. And time played a role in that South
Korea had had almost fifty years since the cease-fire that suspended the
all-out
war of their forebears to prepare themselves for another assault.
Unlike the war in the 1950s, both sides were more mechanized, making them
more
powerful, but also limiting their terrain mobility. As columns of North
Korean
and Chinese forces moved south, they were first struck by American and South
Korean jets. Farther south, engineers placed conventional charges in
preconstructed choke points along all major axes of advance.
Sides of mountains slid down onto roads, bridges crashed into rivers below,
and
dams were blown open, releasing torrents of water. To save their country, the
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At the Presidential Palace in Seoul and at Eighth Army Headquarters, men and
women hurriedly packed up critical equipment and paperwork as a mass
evacuation
began. General Carmody was with President Pak, making last-minute decisions
as
they walked down the steps of the palace. They paused on their way to waiting
helicopters as a swarm of Chinese-made M-ll missiles thundered into downtown
Seoul, exploding two thousand meters above the ground in a breathtaking
exhibition of flashes and bangs.
"I don't understand," Pak said, looking up at the sky and the apparently
harmless detonations.
General Carmody, dressed in battle dress, flak jacket, and the other
accoutrements of his profession, understood exactly. He ripped open the case
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his left hip and pulled out the contents, extending it to the South Korean
president. "Put this on."
Pak stared at the gas mask, comprehension dawning. His eyes shifted to the
streets of his capital city, home to millions. He slowly shook his head,
pushing
the mask back toward the American general. "No. This"_Pak spread his hands
wide,
taking in the city_"is my responsibility. You defend the rest of the country.
Make them pay for what they are doing now."
Carmody, knowing he had scant seconds, slipped the mask over his head. He
also
pulled his hands_his only exposed skin_into his sleeves. The crews of the
helicopters were better prepared, already in their protective suits. They
slipped on masks and waved for Carmody and the rest of his staff who had
masks
to hurry. The general paused, then dashed down the stairs and into the
helicopter. The door immediately slammed shut behind him.
On the stairs, President Pak could swear he felt the first drops of the
deadly
rain touch his skin, although when he looked at his hands, he could see no
liquid. The sound of the engines powering up on the choppers mixed with the
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the blades cutting air as the helicopters lifted off and headed o the south.
He
could see masked faces in the windows turned toward him.
Pak reached up and rubbed underneath his nose as it began to run. He heard
screams in the distance. As he tried to draw another breath, his lungs felt
as
if strong rubber bands had been placed around them. He struggled to draw in
air.
Blinking, Pak looked for the fleeing helicopters but his sight was blurred.
His
field of vision was diminishing, until all he could see was a pinprick of
light.
He continued to struggle to get air, knowing as he did so that he was simply
drawing in more of whatever was killing him.
A spasm ripped through his stomach and intestines as strongly as if he had
been
cut open with a sword. He dropped to his knees, doubled over in agony. He
could
still faintly hear the helicopters.
Pak retched at the same time he experienced involuntary urination and
defecation, his body trying to expel whatever was killing it, even though the
attempt was in vain. He rolled to his side, desperate for air, but his
diaphragm
was locking up, unable to work the lungs anymore. The president died of
suffocation, as did over two million of his fellow citizens in the capital
city.

AIRSPACE, AFRICA

"What do you have?" Turcotte asked into the radio that connected him with
Major
Quinn. He was doing two things at once, or rather he was doing one thing and
having another done to him. He was piloting the bouncer over Africa, still
heading east, and Morris had an IV stuck in his arm and was pumping
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blood into Turcotte's veins. Mualama was in the same place, also with an IV
in
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Kelly had sent, Turcotte had long ago learned to prepare for the worst
possible
contingency, and in this case that was having to spend time on the mountain.
The concept of blood packing was several decades old. Some athletes had tried
it
in the Olympics, particularly those competing in distance events, before it
was
outlawed. Since their bodies wouldn't have time to adjust to less oxygen
coming
in from their lungs, what normal climbers of Everest spent months at altitude
doing, they were going to increase the amount of blood in their systems,
trying
to keep the amount of oxygen relatively level for a short period of time.
"The North Koreans and Chinese have hit Seoul with a nerve agent," Quinn's
voice
came out of the speaker. "There're reports of hundreds of thousands, if not
millions, dead."
Turcotte could see the brown sand of the Sinai Peninsula below. He wasn't far
from Mount Sinai, where the Mission had hidden for so many years. "Seoul's
just
the beginning. Artad and Aspasia's Shadow don't care if they have to stand on
the corpses of billions of humans to win their war. We mean nothing to them."
"Why are you so certain of that?" Mualama asked from across the way.
"What do you mean?" Turcotte asked.
Mualama shrugged. "If humans meant so little to them, why didn't they destroy
us
long ago?"
"They tried," Turcotte said.
Mualama shook his head. "No. They controlled the balance of power with things
like the Black Death and various wars. At any time in history they had the
power
to completely wipe us off the face of the planet, as the Mission recently
attempted with its plague. But they never did."
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'To Aspasia and Artad humans were. Not to Aspasia's Shadow."
"Why are we important to them?" Turcotte felt the hair on the back of his
neck
stand up. There was something about the way Mualama was talking that
disturbed
him.
Mualama shrugged. "That is part of the great truth yet to be discovered." He
spread his long arms. "There is much more to this universe than this planet."
And with that he sank back into silence.

MOUNT ARARAT, TURKEY

General Kashir had forty men left alive when he reached the rally point at
the
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they were still four miles from the target. Four miles that would be gained
in
over three thousand meters in altitude. The terrain was now so steep, the
armored vehicles could no longer negotiate it. He ordered his men to
dismount.
Helicopters would have been better, Kashir knew, but he didn't have access to
them. He'd used what he'd had, lost over 60 percent of his force getting
there,
and he'd be damned if he'd stop now. Turkish jets still circled high above,
but
they were refraining from further strikes. He assumed that Turkish ground
forces
were on their way to surround the mountain.
He set off up the gorge on foot, his men following.

KASHGAR

Efficiency was not a highlight of Chinese military operations, especially
this
far from the capital on a front facing neither Russia, Taiwan, nor Korea, but
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states of the former Soviet Union and surrounded by ethnic and religious
majorities opposed to Beijing. Add in the two fronts being fought against
Taiwan
and South Korea, and the country's resources were stretched to the limit.
Long after the request was put in, the cargo aircraft to carry the waiting
commando team had finally arrived at the local military field. More time was
wasted as the planes were refueled.
Finally, well after the order had been transmitted from Artad to Beijing to
Kashgar, the four planes were ready. The delays, however, mattered little,
because the special envoys the commandos were to await had not yet arrived.
The Chinese soldiers did as most soldiers were very used to doing_they
waited,
lying on the side of the runway, their equipment and parachutes loaded on
board
the planes. The flight route was complicated, crossing several countries'
airspace, going over Uzbekistan, then Turkmenistan, the Caspian Sea, and into
Turkey for the drop.
The soldiers slowly got to their feet as a military transport plane swooped
down
and came in for a landing. The back ramp slowly lowered. A half dozen figures
walked off, having the complete attention of every man present because their
proportions obviously weren't human. Each was covered from head to toe in
black
armor, the joints articulated. The helmets had shaded visors, hiding their
faces.
The six Kortad, each with a brilliant sword attached to his waist and a spear
in
hand, walked past the staring soldiers and onto one of the waiting planes.
The
contrast between the advanced armor and the apparently antique weapons was
startling. Snapping out of their amazement, officers yelled orders and troops
scrambled aboard the planes.
Within minutes all four aircraft roared down the runway and into the air,
heading west toward Turkey and Mount Ararat.

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THE GULF OF MEXICO

Buried alive. Lisa Duncan screamed, the sound echoing around her inside the
enclosed space. She tried to move, but her arms and legs were strapped down.
There was a pain in her chest, a burning sensation.
Garlin. A pistol. She remembered and with that came the awareness of where
she
was, inside an imaging machine. She forced her diaphragm to slow down, to
stop
from hyperventilating. She'd had a tremendous fear of enclosed spaces ever
since
she'd been trapped in a culvert as a child when_Duncan stopped that train of
thought as she realized there was a good possibility it had never happened.
But
the fear was real, of that she had no doubt. And where had it really come
from,
she wondered, as she tried to think hard to keep the emotion at bay.
There was light. A faint glow in the direction of her feet, but she couldn't
lift her head because there was a strap across her forehead locking it in
place.
"Relax." Garlin's voice was low and faint. "It'll be over in just a minute."
"You_" Duncan began, but Garlin anticipated her anger.
"You would have preferred being told what was going to happen?"
"I'll remember that," Duncan promised. "Was it worth it?"
"This is simply amazing," Garlin said. "Yes, we think it was."

The metal table under her vibrated and she realized she was moving. She slid
out
of the machine, blinking in the room's light. Garlin was at her side,
unstrapping her. She sat up as soon as she was freed, taking deep breaths.

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hands automatically went to her chest, rubbing the new skin where the bullet
had
entered.
"You have telemorase," Garlin said. "We expected that. But we didn't
understand
how your body could so quickly replicate new cells when it was damaged."
"So you shot me," Duncan said. "Fatally."
"We wanted to see how your brain managed to stay functional and how long it
took
you to come back to life."
Despite her anger Duncan was also fascinated, especially since she also had
no
idea what her body was doing when she "died" nor how it repaired itself. Plus
there was the possibility that her immortality might have some flaws in it.
"And?" she prompted.
"You had no life signs after you were shot." Garlin had a stack of images in
his
hands and he was looking through them. "You were in the MRI within forty
seconds
and we were getting some imagery. You were dead but_but_" he emphasized,
"there
was still movement in your circulatory system. Your heart wasn't beating yet
the

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blood still moved."
"How?"
"You've been infected with a virus."
Duncan remembered something. "Von Seeckt. That's why he survived so long."
Garlin nodded. "He had trace amounts of Airlia blood in him. According to
Majestic's records there's a good chance this vampire myth of immortality
sprung
up from the long-lost fact that Airlia blood has this immortality virus.
Maybe
the priests on Atlantis knew this. It's certain that the SS searched for any
trace of Airlia blood, even from the hybrid Ones Who Wait during the
thirties.
And they had ceremonies where blood was transfused."
"What do you know about the virus?"
"It's in your bloodstream and can actually keep your blood flowing at a very
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ing. How it does that we're not sure yet. It also seems to be able to
manufacture oxygen at a sufficient level to keep cells from dying,
particularly
in your brain. It's like a cancer, but a good cancer." He showed her an image
of
her brain. "You were technically dead when this was taken, yet your brain is
still oxygenated enough to keep it from degrading."
He showed her another picture, this one of her chest. "The virus also
stimulates
cell growth in areas of damage." He then showed her four more of the same
shot.
"Look at this activity and cell growth."
"How long before my heart started beating?" Duncan asked.
"Two minutes."
She frowned as she considered the implications. "Still_ there are ways I
could
die, aren't there? Decapitation? I don't imagine this virus could grow me a
new
head. And what if I were to be burned?"
"Interesting, isn't it?" Garlin said. "Those are the ways you are supposed to
be
able to kill a vampire. Perhaps the stake through the heart must stay to keep
the heart from regenerating?" He shrugged. "We don't know. We agree_there are
probably injuries you could not recover from." He held up his hand as she
began

to say something. "Don't worry. We don't plan on testing those theories. You
were shot where you had been before. We knew you could recover from that."
Duncan put her finger in the bullet hole in her shirt. The skin was
completely
healed. "What now?"
"Now we try to get your memory back," Garlin said. "Your real memory."

AIRSPACE, INDIA

The mountains first appeared as a slight white bump on the horizon. Turcotte
had
spent time in Colorado, climbing in the

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Rockies, and he'd always been impressed at being able to see Longs Peak and
Pikes Peak, over two hundred miles apart, from Denver. But what was rising in
the distance made the Rockies look like the sculpting of a child, while these
were the work of God. Even Professor Mualama was leaning forward, staring
through the front of the bouncer at the sight.
On average twice as high as the range that ran through the western United
States, the Himalayas soon filled the view to the front. Turcotte slowed the
bouncer as they passed over the foothills in northern India, approaching the
border of Nepal. The magnitude of the mountains ahead amplified the warnings
Colonel Mickell had given him.

"Everest is there." Morris was pointing to the right front.
What surprised Turcotte more than the sheer size of the mountain was the
multitude of other peaks in the area almost as tall. He couldn't imagine
entering the area on foot. He turned to Morris. "You were one of the two guys
Delta sent to climb it?"
Morris nodded. "Last year. Made it to within two hundred meters of the top."
"And?" Turcotte asked.
"We turned back."
Mualama turned and looked at the medic. "Why?"
"We passed our window of opportunity, so we turned around."
"What do you mean?" Mualama asked.
"You've got to get down from elevation before dark. That's why climbers leave
base camp at two in the morning to try to reach the top before noon, so
there's
time to turn around and get back down. We had rough going, bad weather, worse
conditions than we expected. Besides the altitude, the wind is the great
enemy
on Everest. You feel as if it is always in your face, trying to keep you from
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When the beeper went off on our watches and we weren't at the top, we turned
around."
"But you were within two hundred meters," Mualama
said.
"That's how people die. Breaking the rules on the mountain. It's unforgiving.
On
the way back we were passed by two New Zealand climbers. They kept going. And
they never came back down. When you die on the mountain, your body stays
there,
frozen forever. There are quite a few bodies up there."
Turcotte had the bouncer at a complete halt now. Morris's words and the sight
in
front of him were causing him to rethink his plan. He respected what the
medic
was saying about turning around no matter how close they had gotten. A plan
had

to be followed. But he also knew they weren't going to have the option of
turning back.
Morris pointed. "That's Changtse to the left at seventy-five hundred meters
high; Lho La between it and Everest at just above six thousand meters, then
Everest, then to the right there, Nuptse at over seventy-eight hundred
meters."
Turcotte didn't feel anxious to move forward. The mountain range intimidated
him
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the
grid coordinate and picking up the sword. "Tell me about the mountain's
history
and climbing it," he said. He'd learned in his special operations career that
knowledge was power and he had a feeling he was going to need all he could
get
to accomplish his mission. Also, if Excalibur had been up there so long, he
wanted to know if anyone else had gone up after it and failed.
"I don't know about this stuff you've told me about Merlin and all that,"
Morris
said. "As far as history records, the mountain was first mapped in 1590 by a
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Akbar. The Brits were the first to identify Everest and make a calculation as
to
its height in 1856. But nobody got close to it for a while after that. It
wasn't
even so much the difficulty of the terrain, but rather politics. Tibet and
Nepal, which bracket the mountain, didn't welcome visitors. The Brits had to
get
a special dispensation from the Dalai Lama in 1921 to send a team in via
Tibet.
Up till then Everest was just a location on a map. No one really had any idea
if
it could be approached, never mind climbed."
"But we think Merlin and others climbed it well over a thousand years ago,"
Turcotte said.
"If they did, they never made it public," Morris said.
"Most likely because they climbed it," Turcotte said, "but only went up and
never back down."
"Everest has claimed many." Morris was sitting on one of the plastic cases
he'd
loaded on the bouncer, his eyes on the mountains, his voice low, as if in
respect for what nature had laid out before them. "Most climbers approach
from
the south," Morris said. "The north face is more technical. What's the
location
you were given?" Morris asked.
Turcotte hadn't had a chance to decrypt the coordinates. Letting go of the
controls and leaving the bouncer at a hover, he took the sheet. Quinn had
sent
it in the only format that couldn't be decrypted even if intercepted using a
onetime pad. There were only two copies of the pad. Turcotte had one, Quinn
the
other. They had been given to him by Colonel Mickell since they had no doubt
any
communications they had were being intercepted.
He matched up the correct date using a trigraph, which had three-letter
combinations. He aligned the letter from Quinn's message, with the letter on
his
onetime pad, and used the trigraph to come up with the correct letter/number.
It
only took a few moments, as it was just a two-letter/eight-digit grid
designator. Turcotte handed the result to Morris,

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who had a 1:50,000 map of Everest spread out on the floor of the bouncer.
"Damn," Morris muttered as hemade a small mark on the map with his pencil.
Mualama was looking over his shoulder.
"What do you have?" Turcotte asked, unable to see from the pilot's seat.
"North side. At the top of the Kanshung Face. That explains why no one's
stumbled across it."

"Is that spot bad?" Turcotte asked.
"The first major attempt to climb Everest in modern times was by George
Mallory
and Sandy Irvine in 1924," Morris said. "They approached from the north
because
of politics. And when they did their reconnaissance of the area during the
1921
and 1922 trips, they kept moving up the mountain in that direction. They even
made it as far up as the North Col in 1923. But even Mallory said the south
appeared to be the more desirable direction to approach the mountain from and
subsequent mappings and climbs have confirmed this."
"What happened to Mallory and Irvine?" Mualama asked.
"No one really knew for a long time except that they never came back down."
Morris shook his head sadly. "They were last seen alive disappearing into
clouds
just before the Second Step, which is high up on the north side. Mallory's
body
was found by an expedition in 1999." Morris ran his finger along the map.
"Here.
Far below the second step. The body was in bad shape. They buried it on the
mountain. Some say he might have summited and been on his way down when he
fell.
Irvine's body has never been found."
"Curious," Mualama said.
"Others tried to climb the mountain over the years," Morris continued, "but
the
first true summit came in 1953 by Sir Edmund Hillary and a Sherpa, Tenzig
Norgay. Since then about seven hundred people have summited while several
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the map once more. "This spot is not on any route, even the most difficult
ones. I'm not surprised no one's seen Excalibur."
"What's the best route to the coordinates?"
Morris looked up. He pointed. "Let's follow the West Ridge, then go over it
near
the top."

SOUTH KOREA


General Carmody, Eighth Army commander, could hear his own breathing echoing
inside his gas mask. He brought the panting under control, then picked up a
headset off the firewall of the Blackhawk and slipped it on.
He was patched into the Eighth Army command frequency and could hear reports
from his senior commanders over the secure network. The massacre in Seoul was
being buried under frantic calls for reinforcements from forces in the
Uijongbu
Corridor, northeast of the capital city. The North Koreans and Chinese had
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both nerve and chemical agents in their initial assaults, and while the
American
and South Korean military forces were prepared, the dual assault degraded
their
ability to defend.
The fact that it degraded the ability of the assaulting forces to be as
effective as possible didn't seem to matter as four corps worth of
PKA/Chinese
troops poured across the border into the choke point where Carmody had
planned
to deploy his tactical nuclear weapons. Fierce fighting raged in the
corridor,
between the Taebak Mountain Range in the east and an estuary of the Han
River.
The corridor had always been a major advance route for invaders, from Mongols
and Manchus to the North Koreans in 1950 to the present.
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Second Infantry Division were now engaged along the entire 151-mile-long
border
from coast to coast, but Carmody knew Uijongbu was the key.
And then he heard the voice of the artillery commander of the Second Infantry
Division come over the net. North Korean soldiers were appearing behind his
batteries by the hundreds, no thousands, the excited voice reported.
Carmody knew immediately what had happened. During the years since the
signing
of the armistice dozens of tunnels had been discovered being dug from north
to
south. But he knew, and his intelligence staff had briefed, that they would
never find them all. Now one had obviously opened up to the rear of his
frontline defenses.
"Alpha four," Carmody yelled, his voice carrying out of the mask, into the
mike
pressed against it.
The pilot twisted his head, appearing like a machine with his mask and
helmet,
not a single bit of skin exposed. "Sir?"
"Alpha four. Now."
"Yes, sir."
The Blackhawk banked, the other three carrying his staff following. Carmody
knew
all his forces were tied up and he had neither reserves to throw into the
breach
rior spare helicopters to do what needed to be done. As the helicopter flew
to
the destination he had ordered, Carmody accessed the computer bolted in front
of
him, bringing up a tactical display forwarded to him from Eighth Army's
battle
headquarters.
Images flashed across the screen, satellite photos from a KH-14 spy satellite
in
orbit overhead. He had never expected to be in this position, without the
support of the Seventh Fleet. His options to stem the flow of forces he could
see building up behind his artillery were limited.

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MOUNT EVEREST


The blades were struggling to find purchase in the thin air, just as the
engine
strained for oxygen to combust the fuel. Below lay the Rongbuk Glacier, a
desolate stretch of ice, snow, and rock, caught between ridges. Directly
ahead,
Mount Everest blocked the horizon.
Neither SEAL glanced down as the helicopter passed over the desolate site of
the
Rongbuk base camp where most of those who attempted Everest from the north
side
made their first acclimatization stop. It was empty now, just a scattering of
ruined tents and abandoned gear, as it was too late in the season for any
sane
person to attempt Everest.
The pilot yelled something in his native tongue, the fear obvious even if the
words meant nothing to either SEAL. The engines were skipping slightly, a
sign
the helicopter could not go much higher. They were less than fifty feet above
the glacier.
Olivetti pointed ahead with one hand, while jabbing the barrel into the
pilot's
ribs. From the information the guardian had given them about the traditional
north route, it was a three-day march from the Rongbuk base camp, up the
glacier, to the Advanced Base Camp that was at the foot of the north face of
Everest itself. Every meter the helicopter gained up the glacier meant that
much
less time they would have to spend climbing.
On the right, Khumbutse appeared, and on the left, Bei Peak. The two
mountains
framed the north face, which was mostly hidden by blowing snow and clouds.
McGraw had a map out and was orienting it to the terrain. A thin red line was
drawn on it, the route they were to take. He leaned forward between Olivetti
and
the pilot and pointed to the right. The pilot turned in that direction.
Everest

was now off to the left and a long, sloping ridgeline ascending toward it was
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The engine stuttered, went out for a second, then was restarted by the
desperate
pilot. McGraw pointed down, at a relatively smooth stretch of ice on the
glacier. Gratefully the pilot descended quickly. They touched down hard, the
impact jarring all on board. The pilot flipped switches and the loud whine of
the engine was suddenly gone. The only sound now was the wind, the constant
companion of those who came near Everest.
McGraw slid open the cargo bay door. The wind whipped inside, icy fingers
clawing at any exposed skin. He tossed out their two heavy rucksacks of
equipment. McGraw exited the copilot's seat and easily lifted one of the 180-
pound packs, throwing it on his shoulders. The pilot was slumped in his seat,
thankful to have made it that far.

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McGraw went to the engine compartment and unlatched it. The pilot heard the
noise and turned. Startled, he opened his door and came up to McGraw. The
SEAL
put a finger to his lips, indicating for the man to shut up. McGraw reached
in
and removed a small piece of the engine. The pilot's eyes went wide and he
shook
his head, protesting.
McGraw stuffed the piece in his rucksack. He then faced the pilot and held up
two fingers, then pointed at" himself, toward Everest, then back at the
helicopter. Then he jabbed his finger in the pilot's chest and indicated the
helicopter.
The pilot looked back down the miles of torturous glacier he had just flown
up,
knowing there was no way he could make it down on foot. Not dressed like he
was.
McGraw took him to the cargo bay and pointed inside. There was a sleeping bag
on
the floor. Then McGraw once more held up two fingers. He then picked up his
pack
and put it on his back. Without a backward glance, the two SEALs set off up
the
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"Most go that way on the northern approach." Aksu pointed through a narrow
gap
between Bei Peak and the ridge they were on to another ridge ten miles away.
"The West Ridge, via Rongbuk Glacier. It is safer, but it is slower. It is
the
way Mallory and Irvine tried so many years ago."
Lexina didn't say anything, a tall figure swathed in cold-weather gear, her
face
hidden behind dark goggles and a face mask. Coridan and Elek flanked her like
sentinels, also silent. They were standing on a knoll on the Northeast Ridge,
buffeted by the howling wind. Twenty meters below, a line of fourteen of
Aksu's
men made their way along a narrow track just off the knife edge of the ridge.
"I was the first to complete this route," Aksu continued. "It is faster, but
more dangerous, especially if the wind picks up."
Lexina broke her silence. "How long?"
"We will make it to a camp spot I know on the ridge by dark. We will rest
four
hours. We will then depart at 0300 for the final assault to the location you
have given me. It will require some technical climbing to get across the top
of
the Kanshung Face."
Lexina nodded.
"I must warn you," Aksu said, "that without acclimatization you will not last
long on the mountain."
"Our blood_" Lexina began, then halted. "You need not worry about us." She
then
left the knoll, joining the end of the column. Aksu paused, looking to the

southwest toward the mountain hidden in the clouds. The weather was bad, that
was obvious to his experienced eyes. He could see a twenty-mile-long plume of
snow coming off the top of the peak. If it was the same in the morning, they
would not be able to make the attempt, as the Northeast Ridge was too narrow

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fickle. The weather could change in a flash. There was nothing to do but
continue on for the moment.
The controls were getting sluggish, something Turcotte had experienced once
before in a bouncer, but that had been when he had taken one as high as it
would
go, away from the surface of the planet, much higher than their present
altitude. He saw no reason why it should be happening, so close to their
goal.
They were just south of the West Ridge, flying parallel to it, a route
suggested
by Morris.
"We've got a problem," Turcotte announced as he pushed on the controls,
edging
them closer to the ridge.
"What's wrong?" Morris asked.
"We're losing power." Turcotte looked to the left, searching for a level
spot.
"Buckle up," he advised the medic and Mualama.
With his free hand, Turcotte tightened down the straps holding him in the
depression in the floor of the bouncer. "I'm open for suggestions where to
put
this down." All he could see was an extremely steep snow- and ice-covered
slope
leading up to the ridge above them. About two thousand feet below them was a
wide glacier, but Turcotte didn't want to descend, knowing that however far
he
took the bouncer down, they'd have to make up for on foot.
"Can you put it on top of the ridge?" Morris was pointing up.
Turcotte pulled on the controls, but not only wouldn't the bouncer rise, he
realized they were losing airspeed and descending. He knew he needed to do
something before they completely lost power.
"Screw it," Turcotte said. He pushed over on the controls and headed for the
slope. "Hold on!"
The edge of the bouncer hit hard, digging into the ice and snow, striking
rock.
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Mount Everest as Turcotte kept his hands on the controls. The bouncer came to
a
stop and he slowly let go of the controls. The bouncer was stuck into the
side
of the ridge, enough power in the craft to keep it in place. Turcotte looked
up.
The top of the ridge was out of sight above them. Looking down, he could see
that there was an almost vertical drop below.
"Let's gear up."
Morris checked his watch. "It's late. We'll have to camp on the mountain."
"Let's get as high as we can before dark," Turcotte said. He had some
experience
of cold-weather operations from his time in Special Forces, so he carefully
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on the layers of clothing Morris had brought. First they all put on skintight
underwear that would wick any perspiration away from their skins. Turcotte
knew
one of the great dangers of operating in the cold was sweating and then
stopping
and having the moisture freeze next to the skin. Next were several more
layers
of specially designed clothing, topped by a Gore-Tex outer shell.
Morris had laid out the three packs and filled them during the flight. Each
contained several oxygen cylinders, a sleeping bag with waterproof shell, and
a
little food. Turcotte strapped his MP-5 submachine gun to the outside of the

pack. He knew he had to keep it away from his body or else the gun might
"sweat"
and then freeze up. A clanging clutter of climbing gear was also on the
outside
of each pack.
"Here." Morris held a canteen in each hand and a packet of pills. "Put the
canteen in the inner front pocket of your parka. Anyplace else and the water
will freeze. The pills are amphetamines. Take them only if you absolutely need
a
surge of power. They'll give you a couple of hours of energy, but coming down
from the high will be bad."
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the pocket. Then he took the harness Morris gave him and put in on over all
the
clothes, making sure it was tight. He stepped into crampons and cinched them
to
his boots. He put a lined helmet on, then attached the oxygen mask over it.
Morris adjusted the flow for both him and Mualama.
"Most people couldn't last more than a couple of minutes up here going from
ground level to this altitude," Morris said, his voice muffled by his mask.
"The
acclimatizing that is done on a normal Everest climb is primarily to get the
blood to change; after several weeks at altitude you develop twice the number
of
red blood cells that carry oxygen. The blood packing we did on the way here
accomplished the same thing_the problem is that the doubling is artificially
produced, not by your own body. So it isn't being renewed. We've got a forty-
eight-hour window. Past that, your blood will start thinning and you'll be in
big trouble."
"How much trouble?" Turcotte asked.
"You'll die."


MOUNT ARARAT


Yakov stumbled as the MC-130 banked hard right. The interior of the plane
smelled of vomit and sweat. As experienced as the Delta men were in this type
of
low-level flight, this one had exceeded even the wildest they'd ever been on.
The pilots had surpassed the standard safety margins in effect during
training
and pushed their training and equipment to the limit, rarely climbing more

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than
one hundred feet above the ground. Just a year previously such a flight would
have been impossible, owing to the likelihood of either striking the ground,
a
tower, a building, or high-tension wires as they infiltrated Turkey. But a
year
earlier, NASA had launched an eleven-day operation called the Shuttle Radar
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The mission had mapped over 80 percent of the planet's landmass using C- and
X-
band interferometric synthetic aperture radars to produce a digital map of
the
planet's surface. The accuracy of the results was far beyond anything done
previously. Altitude data was within sixteen meters' absolute accuracy and
horizontal data was within ten meters. This led to the MC-130's crew's
ability
to fly at double that possible error with no fear of striking anything. The
pilots had a three-dimensional display of the terrain ahead on their
monitors.
The aircraft's computer also had the data loaded and was constantly using a
ground-positioning receiver, updated every half second, to monitor the route
and
warn of possible collisions.

There was the slightest of possibilities that something might have been
constructed along the flight route since the shuttle mission, but it was a
risk
the crew would rather take to avoid being picked up on Turkish radar and
having
fighters scrambled to intercept.
Yakov reached inside his parka, pulled open the Velcro on an interior pocket,
and pulled out a flask of vodka. He extended it to the Delta commando next to
him, indicating he should partake. The man looked at him incredulously, the
front of his own parka speckled with vomit. Yakov shrugged, unscrewed the
cap,
and took a deep swig. He extended it around to all the men close by, but all
passed. Yakov put the top back on and slipped it back inside.
The man next to him slapped him on the shoulder and pointed to the rear. One
of
the Delta men was on his feet and yelling something, the sound lost in the
roar
of the engines. However, he also had both hands extended, fingers spread, so
Yakov assumed they were ten minutes out from the drop. The interior of the
plane
was dimly lit with red lights. A violent cut to the right by the pilot
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the side of the plane. The man regained his balance, wrapping both hands
around
the static line cable.
Yakov swallowed, tasting bile, but he smiled broadly as the man next to him
passed the time warning. He tested the straps of his parachute once more,

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making
sure they were snug. All he wanted was to get out of the plane. He didn't
care
if there was a division of Turkish soldiers on the drop zone. His stomach was
pressed downward as the plane's nose
went up.
The jumpmaster was holding up six fingers. He then pantomimed more jump
commands
and Yakov simply did what the man next to him did, getting to his feet and
hooking his static line to the cable. His knees buckled as the plane once
more
made a violent maneuver.
The roar inside increased as a sliver of daylight appeared in the rear of the
plane. The rear ramp slowly went down until it was level, the upper half
ascending into the tail of the plane. The nose of the plane was angled up
about
forty degrees and getting steeper as they ascended the side of Mount Ararat.
Looking out the rear, Yakov could see the mountainside less than three
hundred
feet below. Looking to the side, Yakov blinked in disbelief. They were going
up
a narrow gorge with the sides above the aircraft and less than ten feet from
either wing. He trusted that the pilots knew what they were doing. He was
slammed against the side of the aircraft as the MC-130 banked hard right,
angling the wings so that they passed through a narrow spot in the gorge.
The man in front of Yakov slammed a fist into his chest to get his attention.
Yakov looked to the rear. The jumpmaster had a single finger extended. One
minute. Yakov realized he was hyperventilating and fought to control his
breathing. Both his large hands were wrapped around the static line, using it
to
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Yakov edged closer toward the rear of the plane. He glanced up, noting the
red
light above the ramp. It went out and a green light flashed on.
The jumpmaster was gone, stepping off the ramp. Yakov shuffled forward as the
commandos went, and before he was ready was at the edge of the ramp. At that
moment the plane banked hard and Yakov stumbled to his knees, then pitched

forward off the ramp into the air. The static line unraveled on his back to
its
full length, then ripped the parachute out of its casing.
Yakov was knocked breathless as he went from a free fall to a controlled
descent. He barely had time to take a couple of breaths before his feet hit
the
ground hard. He collapsed to his right, doing a parachute-landing fall as
he'd
been taught in the Russian army's airborne school so many years previously.
The
trip wasn't over, though, as he slid down a steep ice- and rock-strewn slope
while scrambling with his feet to stop his descent. He came to an abrupt halt
as
he tumbled into a boulder, the wind getting knocked out of him for the second
time.
Yakov lay still on the ground for several moments, savoring the experience of
facing death and living. He tried to get his breath back, then slowly got to
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feet and looked around. They had planned to drop right next to the location
Che
Lu had plotted. He was high up on the side of the mountain, the peak less than
a
half mile away to the southwest. He saw why the plane had made such an abrupt
maneuver, as an almost vertical wall was less than a quarter mile away. The
ground sloped steeply down in the opposite direction and he was flanked by
two
steep ridges. The surface nearby was a jumble of boulders, ice, snow, and
rock
face.
He could see parachutes scattered about the area as he unbuckled his harness.
He
untied the MP-5 submachine gun from above his reserve and pulled the bolt
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round in the chamber. He threw his rucksack over his large shoulders and
pulled
out his ground-positioning receiver, checking his location and finding the
assembly point. He was less than eighty meters from the spot they had
designated
for the team to rally.
Yakov carefully made his way to the point, at times having to use his hands
to
keep himself from falling. Sixteen of the eighteen Delta men were assembled
when
he arrived.
"Where are the other two?" he asked.
"We've got an injured man," one of the commandos replied, pointing to the
right.
"Broken leg. One of our medics is working on him."
Yakov nodded, but his mind was already racing ahead. This was the place, but
all
he could see was rock, ice, and mountain. He realized he was breathing hard,
his
lungs straining for oxygen, as he was at about sixteen thousand feet in
altitude. The coordinates that Che Lu had come up with were toward the peak,
inside the vertical wall. The sun was low and darkness would descend soon.
Yakov pointed toward the wall. "Let's go and find our keyhole."

MOUNT EVEREST


Turcotte kicked the toe of his crampons into the ice wall and edged up
another
ten inches. Looking up, he could barely see Morris ten feet above him. It was
getting dark and visibility was rapidly decreasing. The top of the ridge was
still over a hundred and fifty feet above. Glancing down and following the
rope
he was hooked into, he could see Mualama's form. The bouncer had faded into
the
darkness although Turcotte knew they were less than a hundred and fifty feet
above it.
Turcotte felt as if he had entered a surreal existence. His entire world
seemed
to consist of this ice wall. He could hear

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every breath he took as the regulator added oxygen with each intake. Morris
had
set the flow on what he said was the minimum they needed. Figuring they would
have to spend the night on the mountain and each carried only three cylinders
in
his pack, he estimated they would have just enough to get to the site and
return
to the bouncer. Despite the additional oxygen and the blood packing, Turcotte
felt as if he was suffocating, his lungs straining. He had a pounding
headache,
worse than any he had ever experienced.
Still he kept moving, one foot up, kicking in, putting his weight on it, then
the other foot. Creeping up the side of Everest.
Just on the other side of the ridge Turcotte and his companions were climbing
up, "Popeye" McGraw and Olivetti had stopped for the evening in a small divot
along the ridgeline. They slid into their sleeping bags and immediately fell
asleep, their modified lungs allowing them to breathe relatively easily
without
any additional oxygen.
Their sleep, though, was not so easy, as their sleeping minds were troubled
with
the battle between memories of self and the part of the mind subordinated to
the
nanovirus and guardian programming. Both men moaned and kicked in their
sleep,
but the nanovirus and guide programming remained firmly in control.
On the northeast ridge, Lexina collapsed to the ground as Aksu called a halt.
His men quickly set up tents and rigged stoves, brewing hot soup. She
couldn't
even drag up the energy to speak, gratefully accepting a steaming cup from
Aksu.
Despite the additional lung capacity from being part Airlia and the
beneficial
effect of the half-Airlia blood, the climb had been a strain.
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start climbing in six hours. Three o'clock. I will wake you and your
companions
prior to that so you will be ready. We must make your location just after
dawn
so we can be down before tomorrow evening. Do you understand?"
Lexina nodded. All she wanted to do was sleep. Aksu reached down and pulled
up
her dark goggles. Her eyes were closed. He lifted an eyelid and hissed as he
saw
the red within red eye.
"What are you?" he asked.
She pushed the empty cup back toward him, then turned her back. Aksu looked
at
her companions, Elek and Coridan. Both were already asleep_or unconscious. He
had seen many strange things on the mountain and knew the dangers. He knew he
should check both for signs of cerebral edema but her eyes and her attitude

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put
him off. It was not his business.
Something lightly hit Turcotte's head and he paused in his climbing. He
looked
up. Morris was just slightly above him, hammering pitons into the ice.
Grateful
for the halt, Turcotte leaned against the mountain, breathing hard, his lungs
trying to get every molecule of oxygen. He glanced to his left. Mualama was
steadily coming toward him, closing the gap.
Morris slipped a nylon strap through a snap link attached to one of the
pitons,
then clipped the other end into Turcotte's harness. He did the same with
another
piton-sling combination. When Mualama arrived, Morris did the same, leaning
around Turcotte, who tried to help even though he couldn't quite figure out
why
the medic was doing this. He realized that he was having a very difficult
time
focusing his mind. Morris then pulled Turcotte's pack off his back and hooked
it
to a third piton sling, so that it dangled right next to him.
Turcotte pulled his oxygen mask to the side. "What are you doing?"

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'This is it for the night," Morris said.
"What?"
"We stay here for the night," Morris repeated. "You can sleep in your
harness.
Get your bag out and snap it around the safety lines. Five hours." He reached
up
and checked Turcotte's oxygen flow, then swung around him on his rope to
check
Mualama's and repeat the instructions.
Turcotte looked down in the fading light, then up and to each side. The view
was
the same. A sheer rock wall mostly covered with ice and snow.
"Great," Turcotte muttered into his mask.

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CHAPTER 1 4: THE PRESENT
SOUTH KOREA


Alpha Four was built into the side of a mountain fifty miles south of Seoul,
not
far from Osan Air Force Base. General Carmody saw the devastation that had
been
wreaked on the Air Force Base by suicide squads of North Korean commandos as
his
helicopter flew by. Burning wreckage littered the runway and aprons and he
could
see that there were still pockets of resistance here and there.
Disaster. That was the only word that Carmody could think as the chopper
began
going around the mountain. So far his command's performance in the field in
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face of the invasion had been a disaster. Seoul was practically devoid of
life.
North Korean forces were infiltrating behind his front lines. His Air Force
power had been severely hamstrung by the unexpected ferocity of the suicide
attacks from groups of North Koreans who had been in place prior to the
onslaught, combined with the nerve gas rocket assaults by the Chinese,
something
they had not expected.
The Blackhawk landed on the concrete pad next to a vault door. Bodies were
strewn about and it was obvious the North Koreans had sent several suicide
squads against Alpha Four, but Carmody had confirmed over the radio that the
bunker remained unbreached. The large steel vault door set into the
mountainside
slowly swung open. A Humvee came racing out, a large plastic case in the
back.
Carmody slid open the cargo bay door and helped the crew chief load the
nuclear

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bomb on board. As soon as it was secure, the chopper lifted into the air and
the
second of Carmody's aircraft landed to on-load its bomb.
"Where to, sir?" the pilot asked over the intercom.
Carmody had already made his decisions on the way down. He gave his pilot
coordinates and then radioed the other five helicopters with their own
coordinates.
The Blackhawk banked to the north.

TAIWAN


The pattern was one that could not be allowed to continue. Tek-Chong knew
that,
but he didn't know how to counter the mainland forces' strategy. As soon as
he
pulled his men back out of range, the shield wall would be turned off, the
mainland troops would advance within range, and then the shield would go back
on, only coming down when the mainland forces were dug-in and prepared to
fire.

He'd already retreated four times, falling back over fifteen miles from the
beach.
Through his binoculars, Tek-Chong watched the Chinese forces advancing under
the
protection of the newly forwarded shield and he noticed something.
Machine-gun
fire burst out from a buried bunker of his own forces, men who had apparently
survived both the bombardment and the shield passing over and had not been
able
to follow the order to retreat. The bunker was immediately destroyed by point-
blank tank fire, but it planted an idea in Tek-Chong's mind.
He immediately issued the orders.
The Taiwanese soldiers dug in, hunkering down in their foxholes and bunkers
and
remained still. Some were killed by the preparatory bombardment, but most
survived. And when the firing ceased, Tek-Chong did not give the order to
retreat. Instead, the men stayed in place underground,

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allowing the shield wall to pass over them as it was moved forward.
After the wall passed over them, they then sprang up and engaged the mainland
forces at point-blank range. It was brutal fighting, face-to-face combat not
seen since the advent of gunpowder. Small arms, bayonets, entrenching tools,
fists, and teeth, it was man against man in the most elemental of combat.
And it worked for the defenders.
The mainland army was forced to slow down, its superior firepower negated by
the
fact that its front lines were mixed with those of the Taiwanese. The shield
wall was negated by the close-in combat.
The mainland advance ground to a halt as the commanders pondered how to deal
with this new development.

SOUTH KOREA


Six machine guns were set up in position overlooking the main highway running
north to south that bypassed Seoul. Colonel Lin had personally positioned
each
gun on the hillside and now he watched the road through his binoculars.
Thousands of South Korean refugees crowded the road, making it difficult for
American and South Korean reinforcements to make their way north. Lin planned
on
making it even more difficult.
"Fire," he ordered.
The machine guns erupted, spewing out thousands of rounds per minute. The
bullets chewed into the defenseless civilians, killing them by the hundreds,
wounding many more. Bodies littered the road, the wounded and the dead.
After two minutes, Lin issued another order. "Cease fire."
When the guns fell silent, the screams of the wounded civilians echoed off
the
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with binoculars, seeing the women and children, their bodies torn apart by
the
large-caliber bullets. Unbidden, an image of his family back in the north
came
to him and for the first time he wondered what exactly victory would bring
for
anyone.

MIDWAY

One thousand forty-two nautical miles northwest of the main Hawaiian Islands
lies Midway Atoll just short of the International Date Line. Despite the
distance, the three Midway islands were actually part of the Hawaiian Island
Archipelago. A coral reef surrounded Sand, Eastern, and Spit islands, whose
landmass totaled less than sixteen hundred acres. The atoll was first
discovered
in 1859 and since it consisted of little more than three tiny spits of sand,
little attention was paid to them. They were claimed by the United States in
1876 and annexed in 1908.

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The first inhabitants were employees of the Commercial Pacific Cable Company
in
1903, who'd come to administer the first round-the-world communications
cable.
In 1935 Pan American Airways established a base for their Pan-Pacific Clipper
seaplanes on the island. In 1938, as tensions rose in the Pacific, the US
Navy
began building a naval air station. The base was finished in August 1941 and
bombed on December 7 of that year.
Midway, though, is most famous for the sea battle that took place in its
vicinity in June 1942. The remnants of the United States fleet that had
survived
the disaster at Pearl Harbor just six months previously had sallied forth to
meet another Japanese onslaught. Three American carriers_the Enterprise,
Hornet,
and Yorktown_waited near the island for an invasion fleet using intelligence
gathered by American code breakers.
A much stronger Japanese fleet approached the atoll, led

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by four aircraft carriers and numerous other ships. In a desperate series of
strikes and counterstrikes the Americans delivered a stunning defeat on the
Japanese, sending all four carriers to the bottom of the Pacific while losing
the Yorktown. The Battle of Midway shifted the tide of war in the Pacific and
marked the beginning of the setting of the Rising Sun of Japanese
imperialism.
Perhaps it was memories of that battle that had caused Admiral Kenzie to make
Midway the destination for his fleet, even though the naval base there had
been
abandoned in 1997 and the entire area turned into a national wildlife refuge.
Kenzie positioned his fleet to the northwest of Midway, escort ships
surrounding
his lone surviving carrier, the Kennedy. Linked back to the mainland by
satellite communication, he remained up-to-date on the burgeoning world war.
He'd already received contradictory orders from Washington_one set from the
Pentagon directing him to sail west and support American forces in South
Korea,
another order from the National Security Advisor directing him to sail east
to
San Francisco to defend the West Coast.
He ignored both sets of orders and maintained radio silence, listening to the
satellite communications but sen'ding nothing. All of his ships were powered
down, running on the minimum required energy. Kenzie was more tuned in to the
mood of his sailors than to the information coming in from the satellites.
Many
had left family behind in Hawaii. Fear, anger, despair, confusion_all floated
through the fleet like a dense fog.

PEARL HARBOR


Captain Lockhart was to receive her first command. Despite being corrupted by
the nanovirus and even knowing deep inside that she was aiding and abetting
the
enemy, a small part of her was thrilled. Especially this command.

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She was on Ford Island, in the center of Pearl Harbor, surrounded by a
cluster
of similarly infected sailors. Waiting. Behind them were two dozen Tomahawk
cruise missiles, forgotten in a storage area in the rush of the fleet
departing.
Several dozen compressors were pumping air into hoses that ran from the
island
into the water.
Just offshore, the white memorial building was gone, the material stripped
and
used by the nanotechs. The dark water was boiling as if some great beast were
stirring below. Lockhart took an involuntary step backward as a metal mast
appeared, poking up through the surface and rising.
Slowly, as air filled sealed chambers, the reconstructed USS Arizona saw the
light of day for the first time in well over half a century. As the ship's
main
deck became awash, Lockhart supervised the sailors in transferring over the
cruise missiles as the nanovirus began construction of launchers for them in
place of the guns that had once graced the ship's decks.
Where oil-burning conventional engines had once been, the nanotechs were
changing rusted metal into a modified version of the engines that had been
developed on the Springfield and its clones. Lockhart had her orders via the
nanovirus from the guardian_as soon as the Arizona was seaworthy she was to
put
to sea and join the Alien Fleet that was now off to the south of Oahu. The
mission: search for and assimilate the remains of the American fleet.

THE GULF OF MEXICO


"What the hell is that?" Lisa Duncan asked as Garlin opened a door to a room
she
hadn't been in before. A long, coffinlike object was in the center, next to a
control console with what appeared to be numerous computers stacked around
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"That's how we're going to try to break through this programming in your
brain,"
Garlin said.
"And I'm supposed to trust you?"
"We don't care if you trust us or not," Garlin said as he walked over to the
control console and hit a button. The lid of the tube slowly swung open,
revealing a contoured interior, roughly the size of a person, but someone
much
taller than Duncan.
Duncan didn't move from the door. "That looks very similar to what Mike
Turcotte
told me was being used in the lab in Dulce."
"Very good," Garlin said. "It is."
"Where did it come from?"
"We recovered it from the ruins at Dulce. Where else?"
"That thing caused people to go crazy."
"It can be used for that," Garlin acknowledged. He turned from the machine
toward Duncan, who still had not moved. "You have good reason to be afraid of
it. We think it's what was used to give you your false memories."

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"That makes no sense," Duncan said. "Why would Majestic have done that to me?
I
ended up investigating them."
Garlin shrugged. "Remember that Von Seeckt was a renegade from Majestic. We
think it might be possible he used you as the key to get the government to
prevent the mother-ship from flying. Or there may be a similar but different
machine like the one at Dulce that was used on you."
"You don't know much, do you?"
Garlin took a step closer to her and shook his head, a strange smile on his
lips. "For someone who has false memories, you're very sure of yourself. You

don't know who you are. And let me tell you something else you don't know.
You
don't know who Turcotte is either."

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"What do you mean?"
"After we discovered you weren't who you appeared to be, we checked everyone
else. Turcotte's past_it's all fake too. He was never in a classified
antiterrorist unit in Germany. That charming story he tells about trying to
save
the pregnant woman... never happened. He's as false as you are."
Duncan didn't believe him. Why that thought came to her with absolute
certainty,
she wasn't sure. Turcotte was who he appeared to be. But accompanying the
thought was an almost overwhelming sense of guilt, which confused her. What
about Turcotte did she have to feel guilty about? That she had involved him
in
this? But the feeling was much stronger than that.
As Garlin came forward, his hands up to grab her, Duncan stepped back and felt
a
pinprick of a needle in the back of her neck. She didn't even manage to turn
her
head to see whoever had done it before she passed out.

TAIWAN


Brutality was being met with brutality. The mainland forces, realizing they
were
going to be slowed anyway by the defense tactics of the Taiwanese, now
resorted
to lining up artillery hub to hub along their main axis of advance. They fired
a
barrage just inside the forward edge of the shield wall, devastating the
terrain
and killing many of the dug-in Taiwanese soldiers and destroying everything
in
their path.
But as armies had learned ever since the invention of gunpowder, despite this
tremendous effort, many of the defenders still survived. The mainland
infantry
still had to follow behind the artillery and dig out the survivors. As their
commanders pressed them forward so relentlessly, they lost significant
numbers
to friendly fire, but if there was one thing the mainland didn't lack it was
bodies.

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So the slaughter went on. But to Chang Tek-Chong and the others in the
Taiwanese
high command, the result began to appear inevitable. They could only trade so
much terrain before they were pushed into the ocean.

QIAN-LING


Artad cared little how many humans were dying in Taiwan or South Korea. The
two
assaults were just the beginning. From intercepted satellite traffic he knew
the
United Nations, the closest thing these humans had to a planetary government,
was considering Aspasia's Shadow's ultimatum. It was time for a counteroffer.

MOUNT ARARAT


Yakov had not been impressed by the plan he had been given and events were
proving him correct. His team had scoured the cliff face and while there were
several crevasses, there had been nothing significant enough for him to order

the Delta Force demolitions men to do their job. If the mother-ship was
behind
the cliff, he had yet to see the way in.
Night had fallen and the men had gathered together in a small depression. No
fires, just a cluster of men huddled in the dark. They'd heard gunfire from
farther down the mountain just before dark and noted several overflights by
Turkish jets. Thus Yakov wasn't surprised when one of the Delta men reported
movement nearby.
Yakov slipped off into the dark to investigate, leaving instructions with the
commandos to remain in place. He passed between two boulders, his weapon at
the
ready, then froze when he heard the sound of an AK-47's slide being worked.
The
sound was echoed by several more assault rifles.
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the muzzle of a weapon poke him in the back. Letting his MP-5 hang on its
sling,
Yakov slowly brought his hands up.
"Who are you?" a harsh voice asked in accented English.
"From America," Yakov said.
"You don't sound like an American."
"I am Russian, but I am working with the Americans."
The muzzle was pulled away as figures appeared in the darkness, surrounding
Yakov. The man who had been behind him came around in front. He was wearing a
sheepskin coat and a black watch cap. Definitely not Turkish military, Yakov
realized.
"What are you and the others up there"_the man jabbed the muzzle of the gun
in
the direction of the Delta hide site_ "doing here? We saw you parachute in."
"Who are you?" Yakov asked instead, not certain how to proceed.
The man spit, narrowly missing Yakov's boots. "This is our land. Our

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mountain.
You do the answering."
"We search for the ark."
The man's head snapped up and he said something in a different language. From
the excitement among the men, Yakov knew he had broached a sensitive subject.
He
realized they were Kurdish guerrillas.
"Freeze!" The voice came out of the darkness and Yakov knew the Delta
commandos
had the group covered.
The man cursed, shoving his gun into Yakov's face. "You die first."
"Easy," Yakov said, keeping his hands up. "They're friendly," he called out
to
the unseen commandos.
Several Delta commandos with night-vision goggles on appeared out of the
dark,
weapons at the ready. Yakov could see the guerrillas relax as they saw the
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"Come." The leader of the guerrillas gestured. "There are others on the
mountain."
"Let's go," Yakov said to the Delta men as he followed the guerrillas. They
clambered toward the cliff face, then turned right. Yakov was surprised when
the
man in front of him seemed simply to disappear into the cliff. Edging around
a
boulder, Yakov saw there was a narrow crack that they hadn't spotted during
their search. He could barely force his way in, then he was in darkness,
stumbling forward. The Delta commandos followed, two of them carrying the man
with the broken leg.

Yakov went about twenty feet before the tunnel turned to the right and he saw
a
dim light ahead, the forms of the guerrillas silhouetted against it. The
tunnel
widened into a cave, about sixty feet wide by thirty deep. The ceiling was
low,
forcing Yakov to remain slightly bent over. Two oil-burning lanterns
illuminated
the cave and the interior smelled of their burning as well as unwashed
bodies.
There were several women and children inside and they greeted the men with
smiles and hugs while casting suspicious glances at the strangers.
"Sit." The man who had first met Yakov indicated a spot near one of the
lanterns. Yakov squatted and he was joined by the commander of the Delta
commandos.
"I am Kakel," the man said.
"Yakov. And this is Major Briggs," he added, introducing the senior Delta
man.
Kakel shook their hands but his words were less than pleasant. "Americans.
You
promised us much and you delivered little. You asked my people to rebel in
Iraq
and then abandoned us. You side with the Turks and let them hunt us down like
dogs." He sat down with a sigh. 'This is our land. It was called Kurdistan
long
before there was a Turkey or an

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Iraq. Do you know it is illegal for us to speak our own language here?" Kakel
didn't wait for an answer. "Why do you seek the ark?"
"We think it is an Airlia spacecraft."
"Airlia?"
"The aliens."
"The gods of old." Kakel glanced around to see if any of the others were
listening. "There is much history on Agri Dagi_that is what we call this
mountain. There is the legend of the Ark of Noah coming to rest here after
the
Great Flood. My people believe we are the direct descendants of Noah. And now
you say it might be a craft of these aliens." Kakel shook his head. "Did you
know that Lawrence of Arabia hid in this very cave?"
"No, I did not," Yakov said.
"There are those who have a different"_Kakel searched for the right word,
then
shrugged_"sight. Some come here."
Yakov wanted more information on that, but he knew he had to stay with his
priority, so he remained silent.
"We call this the back door." Kakel pulled the magazine out of his weapon,
checked the bullets, then slammed it back in. "Outsiders are not supposed to
see
this."
"I thank you for taking us in," Yakov said.
"There are others on the mountain," Kakel repeated himself. "Iranians have
crossed the border. Many were killed by the Turkish planes, but some still
climb
up the mountain. They are not far off. Of course that means the Turkish army
is
close." He smiled fiercely. "But they have learned not to come into our land.
They wait around to catch the Iranians when they try to leave. I assume the
Iranians seek what you seek."
"It is most likely," Yakov agreed. He saw a twitch on the side of Kakel's
face.
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men who spent their entire lives hiding and fighting. The stress wore them
down,
making them old before their time.
"It has been here for many centuries," Kakel said. "Beyond the time of
remembering. Why do you need to find it now?"

"There is war all over the world," Yakov said. "We think_"
"We have been at war here for a long time. No one was ever interested."
"It is worldwide. In many places people are dying_" Yakov began, but Kakel
again
interrupted him.
"There have been world wars before."
"Not_" Yakov halted, realizing he had been about to say not with aliens
involved, but who knew how much the two sides had been involved in previous
wars. "The aliens have shown their true natures and come out of the shadows,"
he
finally said. "The ark holds the thing we need to defeat the aliens."
"And my people? What good will it do us?"

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"I do not know," Yakov answered.
Surprisingly, Kakel smiled, revealing several broken teeth. "I like you,
Russian. At least you are honest. We have had too many promises and every one
was broken." He put the AK-47 down. "The legend is that my people, the Kurds,
are the descendants of Noah and the survivors of the Great Flood. That we
came
here in the ancient time, brought by the gods on the ark, which landed on
this
mountain when the waters receded.
"My father, and my father's father, and through my family beyond what can be
remembered, have lived here on the mountain. He told me, as he was told, that
there would be a day when the ark would be needed again. Others have come
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"And have you shown it to any?"
"Those who had the correct symbol. Yes."
Yakov reached into a pocket and pulled out a Watcher ring. "This symbol?"
Kakel pulled a chain from around his neck. On it was attached a Watcher
medallion. "Yes."
"Who were these who came? Was Sir Richard Burton one of them?"
Kakel nodded. "Yes."
"Who else?"
"Tesla."
" 'Tesla' ?" The name sounded familiar to Yakov, but he couldn't place it.
"A man named Nikola Tesla came here many years ago."
"Why?"
"To go into the ark."
"For what?"
"I do not know that. But he had the proper symbol, so he was allowed in."
"Anyone else?"
"As I said, there have been those who had a different sight."
Yakov returned to his mission. "I seek something inside the ark."
Kakel considered that. "You have the proper symbol. Tomorrow I will show you
what you seek. But only after you help me."
"Help you do what?" Yakov asked.
"Does it matter? You want to see the ark, do you not?"

UNITED NATIONS


"Aspasia's Shadow lies." The sound of Artad's voice echoed through the
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Assembly.

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"First let me tell you the truths among his lies. Aspasia was indeed the
first
Airlia to come to your planet. And he did establish a base at Atlantis. And
his
mission was to protect your planet from the Swarm.
"That is the extent of his truths. Long after he had been sent here,
communication ceased with our home world. I was sent to investigate when we
didn't hear from him. It was feared that this planet might have been overrun
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the Swarm.
"I arrived to find that Aspasia had become corrupt. He had begun acting like
a
God and treating your people as slaves who should worship him. He had become
fearful he would be recalled and have to rejoin the fight against the Swarm.
"We battled. There was much death and destruction, which I regret. When
neither
side could completely gain the upper hand and we feared an escalation of the
combat would send out signatures into space that would be picked up by the
Swarm
we came to terms on a truce.
"His base at Atlantis was to be destroyed and he was banished to our base on
Mars. Before I destroyed Atlantis, I rescued as many of your people as I
could.
I came here to Qian-Ling and went into a long sleep.
"The atrocities committed against humanity by both sides throughout that long
sleep cannot be laid at my feet. They were reactions by my guardian computer
and
my Shadow against actions by Aspasia's Shadow.
"But I am awake now. You have killed Aspasia for which I give you great
credit.
But you will not be able to destroy his Shadow without my help, which I offer
freely. And after we have destroyed him, I will assist you in moving forward
in
technology in order to join the rest of the peace-loving sentient species in
the
universe. You have seen the mothership and know we are far more advanced than
you. There is much I can give you that will make life on your planet many
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"The Chinese government has already joined me. Do not let old enmities stand
in
your way. You must come together as a species if you wish to join the other
sentient beings of the universe.
"And there are greater dangers beyond this planet. You will need my help to
face
those threats. The Swarm is still out there destroying planets like yours.
You
cannot face them alone.
"Aspasia's Shadow threatens all of you. He has corrupted many humans with his
nanovirus. He wants all of you back under his thrall. To worship him. I want
you
to join me as equals.
"The choice is yours, but make it quickly. Events are moving and there is not
time for you to waver."
The transmission ended. An explosion of debate roared in the Assembly Hall.
Given what was already happening in Taiwan and South Korea, Artad's words
weren't exactly greeted with applause. Still, though, there were those
countries
that saw Artad's offer as a chance to ally with the enemy of Aspasia's
Shadow.
Perhaps it would be the lesser of two evils?
The debate went on.

SOUTH KOREA

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General Carmody slipped the gas mask over his head as the helicopter slowly
descended. The nerve agent that had been spread over Seoul would most likely
have already dispersed, but he was taking no chances. The Blackhawk landed on
the Tongjak Bridge over the Han River. There were bodies everywhere and no
sign

of life. Carmody slid open the cargo bay door and, with the aid of the crew
chief, off-loaded the nuclear weapon.
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view of this one. Carmody opened the plastic case and punched in the arming
code
for the bomb. He set the delay at fifteen minutes. The other Blackhawks were
doing the same thing in a pattern designed to destroy all sixteen bridges. It
was a desperate act, but one that Carmody felt had been forced on him by the
use
of nerve agents.
He got back on board the helicopter and the pilot began to take off. It was
then
that he noticed the squad of men moving through a street a quarter mile to
the
north. The men wore protective suits and gas masks_North Korean versions.
They
carried AK-47s and were headed toward the bridge, drawn by the sound of the
helicopter.

"Land again," Carmody ordered.
The Blackhawk touched down. Carmody opened the door and went over to the
bomb.
He heard shots, then the door gunner on the Blackhawk returning fire. He
entered
his code on the keypad. Then he accessed the timer code. 14:21 and going
down.
Carmody hit the scroll key and the number rapidly went down until he reached
:
10.
Then he waited as the last seconds ticked off.

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CHAPTER 15: THE PRESENT
MOUNT EVEREST


It was most definitely not dawn. That was Turcotte's first thought as Morris
nudged his shoulder again. He felt like he'd tied one on the previous evening
and then spent the night in a snowbank while being suffocated. His head was
pounding and his body was stiff and chilled to the bone. Turcotte opened his
eyes. Ice-covered rock was less than six inches in front of him. The sound of
his breathing echoed loudly inside the oxygen mask. He couldn't remember ever
feeling so bad, but then again his brain wasn't working very well so he
couldn't
really trust his memories. He did know from his various training and combat
experiences that misery tended to fade in the memory and never seemed as bad
looking back as it really had been.

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A shaft of light penetrated the dark as Morris put a headlamp over his
forehead
and turned it on. The medic was doing something and his action stirred
Turcotte
to move. He unzipped his sleeping bag, careful not to drop it, shoving it
into
the pack dangling next to him. He pulled out his own headlamp and put it on.
He
was amazed as Morris handed him a hot cup of coffee. The medic has chipped out
a
small ice ledge in the side of the ridge and set up his stove. Turcotte knew
how
difficult it was to operate under these conditions and he was deeply grateful
for Morris's extra efforts. He took a sip, then twisted, handing the cup to
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He noted that Morris was looking up in the darkness, trying to see the route
he
would lead them on, the headlamp penetrating about forty feet up. There was
no
wind, for which Turcotte was grateful. The cold was so extreme it was sheer
pain
on any exposed skin and he knew a minute of exposure would cause instant
frostbite.
Mualama passed the cup back and began packing his gear. Turcotte had spent a
good portion of his life in the field in all sorts of conditions, but he'd
never
spent a few hours sleeping at twenty-five thousand feet clipped to the side of
a
mountain.
"Grab hold of the mountain," Morris advised as he reached down for the safety
lines he'd attached.
Turcotte looked down. His legs were dangling and he was supported only by the
lines. He kicked and dug the toe of his crampons into the ice. Morris had put
his pack on him while he slept and Turcotte felt a moment's embarrassment to
be
taken care of like that. The medic had done the same with Mualama. Looking at
the African in the darkness, the older man's face, what little Turcotte could
see, was haggard.
"Let's move," Morris called out. He began to lead the way up the ridge,
Turcotte
and Mualama following.
McGraw and Olivetti were pushing through waist-high snow. Each man would take
ten steps, moving up the ridge, then step to the side and let the other take
his
place blazing the trail. They'd been doing this routine for over an hour and
the
muscles in their legs burned in agony, yet that didn't slow them in the
slightest. Both men wore night-vision goggles and the clear night sky gave
enough illumination that they could see the way clearly.
McGraw had just taken lead and was on step number five when his crampon hit
something buried in the snow. He paused and leaned forward, brushing snow
away
from the object. Two bodies. Frozen solid. Wearing modern climbing

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gear. Casualties from some climbing expedition. McGraw stepped over them and
continued. Olivetti did the same.
Lexina was awakened by Aksu switching out her oxygen cylinder.
"Your companion is dead."
Lexina slowly sat up. "Which one?"
Aksu shrugged. "You did not tell me their names."
"Cause?" Lexina slid out of her sleeping bag, feeling the bite of the cold.
It
was a clear night and thousands of stars glittered overhead.
"His oxygen tube was slightly crimped. He didn't get enough air. As near as I
can tell, this brought on cerebral edema."
Lexina stiffly got to her feet and walked over to Coridan's body. He was
curled
up in a fetal position. Aksu stripped off the mask, then unscrewed the oxygen
tube, sliding it into his own pack. She lifted one eyelid. There was no doubt
he
was dead. Unzipping his bag and parka, she went through the layers of clothes
until she uncovered a small medallion in the shape of two outstretched arms.
She
removed it from the body.
Elek had joined her and the two hybrid human/Airlia clones stood silently
over
the body of their companion for a few moments.
"The spirit of Coridan must pass on," Lexina finally said.
"The spirit must pass on," Elek echoed.
Lexina held up the medallion. "We take his spirit, the spirit of Coridan. We
take his ka so that he might be reborn."
Aksu was watching carefully, surprised at the ceremony.

Lexina handed the ka to Elek. Then she took a small black case out. Opening
it,
she sprinkled a little bit of black powder on the body. Aksu took a step back
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eating the body as if it were some powerful acid. Soon nothing remained
except
the clothes.
Lexina turned to Aksu. "We areready to proceed."
Olivetti tapped McGraw on the arm and pointed down. Three cones of light
pierced
the darkness several hundred feet below them and to the west. The lights
showed
up like searchlights in the SEALs' night-vision goggles. The two SEALs paused
in
their climb and watched the lights for almost a minute. It was clear that
whoever was wearing them were moving slowly and straight up, which meant they
would cut across the SEALs trail. McGraw knelt, pulling off his pack. He
removed
a claymore mine from the pack and placed it next to their trail, hiding it
with
a facing of snow. He then ran the trip wire across the trail, knocking snow
off
the side of the furrow to cover it.

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McGraw faced back up the ridgeline and began climbing. The two were moving at
an
incredible pace, their legs churning through the waist-high snow, cutting a
path
straight along the knife-edge top of the West Ridge.


THE GULF OF MEXICO


Being immortal had turned into a curse, Duncan realized as she regained
consciousness via a severe jolt of pain as if a red-hot poker had been shoved
into her forehead. As the pain from the jolt receded, her head pounded from
an
almost blinding headache. She opened her eyes, but it made no difference. She
was in absolute darkness and her body couldn't move, no matter how hard she
struggled. She tried to scream and realized that something was shoved down
her
throat.
A slash of pain, slightly to the left of the previous one, above her eye,
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throat as she tried to scream. Then even as that subsided, another spike. Her
body slammed against the restraints, muscles twitching. And another spike.
She
felt as if she were losing her sanity, overwhelmed by waves of pain that were
increasing in intensity.
Then she realized she could see something very faintly. Shadowy gray images
moving against a black background, but she couldn't make out details. Then
with
another bolt of pain they were gone and the darkness returned. She realized
there was a copper taste in her mouth, but she couldn't move her tongue
around
whatever had been shoved down her throat.
She also became aware that she was submerged, her entire body enveloped in a
fluid, which was at body temperature. The tube in the throat must be giving
her
oxygen, she thought, but it was wiped away by more pain, this time in her
left
temple.
Then blessed nothingness for a moment. Her body was rigid, waiting for the
onslaught to be renewed, but instead she was blinded by light as the top of
the
tube opened. The light was diffused through the liquid, which had a dark tint
to
it and the clear plastic of a mask which was molded to her face. There was

someone standing over the tube. She began struggling again, but the figure
held
up his hand indicating for her to wait.
She realized the liquid was slowly draining as the level dropped below the
top
of her body and she felt the chill of cool air on wet, exposed skin. Garlin
remained still, waiting, and Duncan mentally cursed him.
Garlin reached in and in one smooth move pulled the tube out of her mouth.
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coughed and gasped for air. He quickly unstrapped her, then tossed a towel
into
the tube. She wrapped it around her body as she sat up.
"I am done with you and your tests."


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"We don't care what you're done with," Garlin said, "because we're not done
with
you."
"You keep saying we, but I haven't seen anyone but you," Duncan said.
"That's because we don't trust you," Garlin said.
"Screw you."
"Do you want to know what we've learned?"
"Since I still have the same memories," Duncan said, "I don't think you
learned
much."
Gariin shook his head. "On the contrary. The fact that we weren't able to
break
through your conditioning with this machine indicates that this type of
machine
wasn't used to implant your false memories. Something more sophisticated and
more powerful was used."
Duncan remained silent, her arms across her chest, holding the towel tight
against her body.
"And"_Garlin drew the word out_"we think we know what that was."
Duncan finally spoke. "And that is?"
"The Ark of the Covenant."
Duncan remembered the crown, and the leads from the Ark that she had
attached.
And the vision she;d had while hooked to it inside the Black Sphinx.
As if reading her mind, Garlin nodded. "The vision you had when you were
hooked
up to it probably didn't come from the Ark of the Covenant. We think it came
from your repressed memory."
"That doesn't make sense," Duncan said. "I was on board a mothership. How can
I
have a memory of that?"
"Good question," Garlin said. "And one we hope to answer shortly."
"How do you plan on doing that?"
"We're going to bring the Ark of the Covenant here."

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THE COLONEL JAMES N. ROWE
SPECIAL OPERATIONS
TRAINING FACILITY


Larry Kincaid was tapped into the military's secure Internet, using Delta's
access to get him the imagery he needed. The line of mechs moving between
Cydonia and Mons Olympus was larger than ever. And the first of those
carrying
the black material had reached the site high up on the extinct volcano's
side,
less than a kilometer from the summit.
While the material was being laid out in the beginnings of a grid pattern,

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Kincaid noted that a cluster of mechs were in the very center of the location

and still digging into the side of the mountain. Excavation and a
grid_something
tugged at Kincaid's mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had
a
strange feeling he'd seen something like this before, but where? And how
could
he have, given that this was being constructed by aliens on another planet?

QIAN-LING, CHINA


Artad stared at the same imagery of Mars, which the Chinese had intercepted
via
their tap into the American military's supposedly secure web server. He also
had
seen the same thing before, except he knew exactly what he was looking at.
Startled, Artad put the pictures down and accessed the guardian. He had it run
a
program to determine how long it would take for the thing being built on Mars
to
be completed. The answer was somewhat reassuring_more than enough time for
his
forces to complete their conquest and/or destruction of the humans and
Aspasia's
Shadow.
Still_Artad picked up the photo and stared at it. Why would the Airlia on
Mars
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They were Aspasia's people. But, then again, Aspasia was dead. Were they
allied
with his enemy's shadow? Or were they on their own now?
Possibilities.
Artad composed a message to the Airlia at Cydonia and transmitted it via the
guardian.

DIMONA


"We need the Ark of the Covenant along with the priestly robes and crown in
order to find out who exactly Dr. Duncan is."
Sherev stared at the speakerphone, considering the request he had just
received.
This Garlin fellow claimed to be from the new Area 51 and he had quickly
updated
Sherev on Duncan's status. Sherev had seen her body taken aboard the bouncer
after he had led Israeli commandos in storming the Mission's base inside
Mount
Sinai. He also remembered Turcotte and Yakov and their bravery attacking the
Mission.
"So the Grail works?" he asked.
"Yes."
"It brought her back to life?"
"Yes."
"Where is Major Turcotte?" Sherev asked.

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"Currently climbing Mount Everest," Garlin replied.
"And Yakov?"
"Mount Ararat."
Sherev frowned. "Why is he at Ararat?"
"That is not important right now. Our priority is to figure out exactly who
Lisa
Duncan is."
"Why?"
"Because she caused the demise of the original Majestic committee and in
essence
started all of this."
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The intelligence reports of recent events were as often confusing as
enlightening. "I thought the original Majestic started all of this, as you
say,
when it became corrupted by the guardian they found in Temiltepec?"
"Are you going to help us or not?" Garlin snapped. "I'm relaying this request
directly from Major Turcotte. He's afraid to go through diplomatic channels
because he doesn't want this compromised."
Sherev knew he was in an untenable situation. What had happened in Jerusalem
was
a clear indicator that the Ark of the Covenant was a dangerous icon. While it
was again safe in his vault, how long would that last? The threat to Israel
from
the countries ringing it was also growing. There were reports of fighting
along
the Iranian-Turkish border and also between Iran and Iraq. Egypt was claiming
sovereignty over the Sinai Peninsula again and asserting that any artifacts
removed from Mount Sinai were Egyptian, as they must have originated from
that
country.
"You know Aspasia's Shadow has the Grail," Garlin pressed. "We need to unlock
whatever secrets are inside Duncan's head before he grows too powerful."
Sherev wasn't quite following what was so important about Duncan, but he also
knew that just sitting there with the Ark of the Covenant locked in a vault
wasn't doing anybody any good. "I will be heading toward your location with
the
Ark of the Covenant immediately."

PEARL HARBOR


Over sixty years late, the Arizona exited the channel at Pearl Harbor into
open
ocean to link up with the rest of the fleet. Unfortunately the fleet it was
going to join was controlled by an alien force.
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cleared the channel. The acceleration continued, water being sucked into
vents
built into the sides of the bow by the nanovirus, channeled through large
pipes,

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put under pressure, and expelled at the stern where the ship's mighty
propellers
had been replaced, the metal used to help construct the new propulsion
system.
Soon the ship was moving at over sixty knots.
In place of the turrets where mighty guns had once been, there were cruise
missile launchers. The nanovirus had done such an efficient job resurrecting
the
Arizona that it was more modern than any ship in the Alien Fleet it was going
to
join.
Captain Lockhart stood on the bridge of the ship, a set of binoculars to her
eyes, trained to the right, watching the southwestern corner of Oahu slip by.
She put the binoculars down and turned as a crewman handed her a message_the
location of the Alien Fleet. She issued the appropriate order to the helmsman
and the Arizona sliced through the ocean en route to the rendezvous point.

MOUNT ARARAT


General Kashir had only twenty-five men left from the three hundred he had
crossed the border with. At least the Turkish jets weren't flying in the
darkness. His men had made a miserable camp on the side of the mountain,
among
the rocks, snow, and ice. He forbade them making fires for fear of being seen
by
Turkish patrols, which they had spotted below them just before dark. They
could

see vehicle lights far below as the Turkish army surrounded the mountain, but
it
didn't appear that the troops were moving upslope yet.
He pulled a sealed envelope from his jacket pocket and pulled a poncho over
his
head so that his flashlight wouldn't be seen. He turned on the light and
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piece of paper was inside, folded in half. He extracted the paper and
unfolded
it. A set of directions handwritten in Arabic directed him on the final
stages
of finding his way into the cavern that held the mothership. And then further
instructions on how to get inside the mothership and what to do once he was
inside. He found it all overwhelming.
He had met Al-Iblis just once and the "man" had chilled Kashir to the bone
with
his aura. But Al-Iblis had been a valuable ally over the years, the ultimate
reason why Kashir held the rank he did and had wealth that far exceeded that
which was equal with his rank. At that one meeting Al-Iblis had given him
this
envelope and told him he must be prepared upon receipt of a certain code word
to
execute this operation. Kashir had always hoped that day would not come. He
imagined the man who had assassinated Hussein had felt the same way, as there
was little doubt in Kashir's mind that Al-Iblis's long reach had been
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in that.
Satisfied that the entrance to the cavern wasn't far off, Kashir turned off
the
flashlight and removed the poncho. The first thing he saw as his eyes
adjusted
to the dark was the small red dot trained on his chest. Kashir slowly got to
his
feet, peering about in the dark. Men were moving_men with something on their
faces. Night-vision goggles, very advanced, something that Kashir knew his
army
did not possess. The red dot was still on his chest. Then, as his eyes
adjusted
further, Kashir noted that his men lay still, too still.
One of the figures came up to him. Kashir now saw that the muzzles of their
weapons were bulky_silencers. His men had all been killed while he had read
the
instructions underneath the poncho. He felt his stomach quake and bile rise
in
his throat.

The man held out his hand. Kashir handed over the envelope and letter.
"Please," he whispered in Arabic.

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He never saw the Kurd who was behind him. He did feel the steel as it slid
across his throat and the explosion of warm liquid on his chest.
Kakel wiped the blade on the dead general's coat, then sheathed it. "What is
that?" he asked Yakov, indicating the letter with the point of his knife.
"Was that necessary?" Yakov asked.
"You killed the rest while they slept," Kakel noted. "Was what I did any
worse
than that? They are Iranians. They kill my people without a second thought. I
feel nothing killing them."
Yakov dropped the matter, flipping up the night-vision goggles. He put a red-
lens flashlight between his teeth and turned it on. Then he opened the
letter.
"It is directions into the chamber."
"Let me see." Kakel looked over his shoulder. The Kurd cursed. "Someone knows
the back door."
"There's more," Yakov said as he read. He nodded. "The way into the
mothership.
I was concerned about that. Good. Now it is your turn to live up to your end
of

our bargain," he said to Kakel. He signaled to the Delta commandos. "Let's
go."
They headed back toward the cave.

VICINITY MIDWAY


Radar was an active electromagnetic activity, so Admiral Kenzie had ordered
his
ships to turn off their chief means of detecting an enemy's approach in order
to
keep his ships from being detected. To give early warning, he kept one E-2
Hawkeye constantly on station two hundred miles to the southeast, the
direction

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from which he assumed the Alien Fleet would approach. The Hawkeye had three
means of detecting objects_ radar, IRR (infrared radar), and a passive
system.
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away would give him both early warning and some distance in case it was
detected
by the Alien Fleet. He also had two F-14 Tomcats with the Hawkeye to give it
some protection.
The craft were currently flying a figure eight, two hundred miles southeast
of
the fleet. The Hawkeye was at thirty thousand feet while the Tomcats were ten
thousand feet higher than that. The dome receptor on the top of the Hawkeye
gave
the crew coverage out to just short of Hawaii.
They picked up incoming aircraft just about the same time several surface
targets appeared at the edge of their detection to the southeast. The
aircraft
originated in the same location, so the crew had to assume they were carrier-
launched. The Hawkeye tracked the aircraft as they spread out in a search
pattern, a dozen planes on tracks ranging from southwest through almost due
north of Hawaii.
And one of those craft was on a track for Midway, and if it went beyond the
atoll, it would definitely discover the American fleet. Under radio listening
silence, the commander on board the Hawkeye had to make a command decision.
Using low-power radio he contacted the two F-14 pilots.
For a long moment there was silence from both planes in response to the plan
he
proposed. Then both pilots WILCO'd _ will comply.

EASTER ISLAND


Aspasia's Shadow held the thummim in his hand, feeling the warmth that came
out
of the stone. The Grail was on a table in front of him, top end open. The end
he
had not yet partaken of.
He knew much of what Aspasia had known, but not everything. There were a few
things his progenitor had withheld from the first incarnation of his Shadow
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knowledge of the ability of the Grail to grant immortality had not only been
given him through the ka, but it was a well-known legend among the human
priests
on Atlantis. It had been part of the carrot Aspasia had dangled in front of
humans to keep them in line.
But the other end of the artifact. There was nothing from the ka although the
legend said the other end of the Grail granted knowledge. But knowledge of
what?

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ancient enemy would give him the answer.
Plus, the legends said that knowledge was also linked with the Ark, which he
had
left behind when he fled Mount Sinai. Aspasia's Shadow held the thummim over
the
end of the Grail, tempted ever so much to place it inside and let the alien
machine do whatever it had been designed to.


AIRSPACE, PACIFIC


The F-14 pilot spotted the target aircraft visually, his radar turned off.
He'd
been flying on dead reckoning to the northeast. The Hawkeye had given him the
speed and track of the bogey and the F-14's navigator had plotted both",
picking
the interception point. They were almost due north of Hawaii and the bogey
was
the one farthest right on the search fan the Alien Fleet had deployed.
"Ready?" the pilot asked his navigator over the intercom.
"Yes."
Both men had families back in Hawaii and had no clue as to their fates. But
they
had known their own fates from the minute the senior officer on the Hawkeye
had
radioed his plan.
"Going in," the pilot said. He kicked in afterburners and roared toward the
bogey. He could tell it was also an F-14 with extra fuel tanks slung under
the
wings. The bogey must have picked them up, because it began to turn in their
direction.

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The F-14 pilot fired his 20mm nose cannon, deliberately aiming wide and to
the
right. He banked slightly left, racing past the alien plane. He recognized
the
insignia painted on the tail. He knew men who had been in that squadron.
Keeping his afterburners firing, the pilot raced to the north. The alien
plane
followed. The F-14's navigator could hear the alien plane reporting their
presence back to the fleet. As expected. The Alien Fleet would most likely
assume he was heading back to his carrier and would report his location and
direction, sending them in the wrong direction.
"We're good," the navigator reported.
"Roger that." The pilot pulled back hard on his stick and the F-14 did a loop
and they were behind the alien plane. This time he didn't miss as he riddled
the
slow-reacting craft. It broke apart, pieces tumbling to the ocean.
"Well?" the navigator asked as they leveled off.
"We don't have enough fuel to get back to the fleet," the pilot said,
something
he knew the navigator was aware of.
"And they're probably tracking us now," the navigator added.
"Yeah." They continued to fly north for several moments in silence.
"Ah, hell," the pilot finally said. "Let's see what this sucker can do."
The second F-14 was above and behind the scout plane heading directly toward

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Midway and the fleet. It didn't miss as it made its first gun run, coming in
out
of the early-morning sun. The scout plane was blown to bits before it could
radio a message.


EASTER ISLAND

Aspasia's Shadow slowly lowered the thummim toward the Grail, his hand
trembling
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of the Marines monitoring the satellite radio coming toward
him.
"What?"
"One scout plane has reported making contact with an enemy plane that was
fleeing to the north. It has since ceased transmitting. We have lost contact
with another scout."
Aspasia's Shadow cursed as he put the thummim back in its wooden box. He went
to
the guardian to make direct access to the information. The northernmost scout
plane had reported an intercept, then went off the air. Another had simply
disappeared. It would be most logical to assume the American fleet was to the
north. His fleet was already turning to the north in pursuit.
Aspasia's Shadow had fought many battles and matched wits with the brightest
mankind had to offer. He ordered his fleet to the northwest in the direction
of
Midway. He also noted that Artad had sent a message to Mars. There was no
time
to experiment with the Grail_he needed to ensure he won first.

MOUNT EVEREST


Turcotte was happy simply to have his feet underneath him, even though the
top
of the ridge was extremely narrow, less than a foot wide in places. He was
bent
over, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath, knowing from his experience
climbing the side of the ridge that it was a futile effort. He reached down
and
extended a hand, helping Mualama up over the edge.
"Someone's ahead of us," Morris said.
Turcotte finally noticed the path dug into the snow.
"It's very recent," Morris said. "The wind yesterday would have wiped this
out,
so it happened during the night."
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air and he could barely make out the silhouette of the bulk of the mountain
above them. There were no lights to indicate another party in sight. Morris
checked the rope that connected all of them, making sure it was secure to

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each
man's harness.
"I don't suppose it could be a party of civilian climbers," Turcotte said.
"No." Morris was checking Mualama's oxygen mask. "They'd have to be insane to
be
climbing this time of year."
"That makes me feel better," Turcotte muttered. He knelt and checked the snow.
A
couple of people, not many. He stood and slipped the MP-5 around so that it
hung
across his chest. He'd removed the trigger guard so he could fire it with his
gloves, but as a precaution against accidents while climbing, there was no
round
in the chamber. He corrected that by pulling the bolt back.
He held the MP-5 in one hand, his climbing ax in the other. "Let's go."
Morris moved past him and took the lead. He began climbing up the ridgeline.
The
incline was slightly over forty-five degrees and Turcotte found it was all he
could do to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and trying
to
breathe. He didn't even bother to look over his shoulder and check on
Mualama_he

assumed that if the line around his waist didn't pull him back, then the
African
archaeologist was keeping pace.
He bumped into Morris's back. "What's the matter?"
Morris simply pointed at the spot his headlamp illuminated. Two men lay dead,
their faces frozen in silent agony. Both had packs on their backs with
climbing
gear and ropes attached.
"Who are they?" Turcotte asked, simply glad to halt and try to catch his
breath.
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"Over a hundred. I don't know who these two are." He knelt and scraped some
more
snow away. "They've been here a couple of years." Morris stood and stepped
over
them. "Let's go."
Turcotte looked down at the faces as he went over them. He couldn't imagine
why
anyone would come here unless they absolutely had to. These two men had died
simply for the glory of climbing Everest. Glory was something that had lost
its
luster for Turcotte early in his army career. Without realizing it, Turcotte
was
lost in his thoughts, going slower and slower, more rope paying out between
him
and Morris in the lead until the medic was thirty feet ahead and twenty feet
above.
The crack of the claymore going off shocked Turcotte out of his reverie, as
did
Morris's body slamming into him and knocking him backward into Mualama. The
three men ended up in a pile on the ridgeline. Turcotte felt the body on top
of
him, not moving, even as Mualama was pushing to get free.

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"Morris?" Turcotte slowly rolled the body to the side. The medic had been
peppered by the steel balls the claymore sprayed out and Turcotte knew he was
dead even before he checked for a pulse. "Son of a bitch," Turcotte muttered
as
he pulled his glove off and slipped it under Morris's mask. Nothing. No
pulse,
no breathing. Just blood, that was already freezing solid.
"What happened?" Mualama asked.
Turcotte had recognized the sound as soon as he heard it, but failed to
react.
"Booby trap," Turcotte said. "Claymore mine." He leaned his head down until
his
chin was just above Morris's face. His heart was racing, whether from the
constant attempt to pump blood to his oxygen-starved body or from the brush
with
death.
"We need to keep moving," Mualama said.
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the African, whose face was hidden by the goggles and oxygen mask. Slowly
Turcotte unclipped Morris from the rope. "Whoever's ahead of us doesn't want
us
following." He knew if he'd been closer he'd be dead too. Morris's taking the
bulk of the blast and his being below were the only things that had saved
him.
Turcotte stood up, trying to focus his mind. Without Morris_could they make
it?
He looked up. The first rays of dawn were cutting across the mountain. He had
a
ground-positioning receiver. And a map with the location. He knew he could
find
the spot, but could he get to it? Morris had said_what had he said? The last
part would be technical climbing. Across the top of the Kanshung Face.
Could he and Mualama do it? Turcotte took several deep breaths, but he still
felt light-headed. There was no choice. He stepped over the medic's body.
"Come
on," he said to Mualama.

MOUNT ARARAT

One of the Chinese transport planes had been shot down by a Turkish jet after
crossing the border. The other three had pressed on, flying low, trying to
stay
under the Turkish radar. Unfortunately, the Chinese did not have anything
approaching the mapping and navigational tools the American MC-130 had. As
the
three approached Mount Ararat and the commandos inside prepared to jump, one
of
the craft clipped the side of the mountain and exploded in a fireball. The
other
two made it into the Ahara Gorge and men began jumping out the doors in the
rear
of both craft, parachutes blossoming.
"More visitors," Kakel said, watching the paratroopers descending. They were
standing in the mouth of the cave, drawn out by the sound of the low-flying

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"Chinese," Yakov noted, seeing the insignia on the tail of one of the planes
as
it roared up the gorge, jumpers tumbling from the doors. "Mainland forces."
He
had no doubt why they were here. "Sent by Artad. This is his mothership and I
suppose he wants it back."
Kakel cursed. "Things have changed, haven't they?"
"You can't keep the mothership hidden away anymore," Yakov said. "The world
is
at war and this is one of the pieces that is being fought over." He had a set
of
binoculars out and was watching the descending troops.
"Ah!" Yakov exclaimed. He extended the glasses to Kakel. "Look," he said,
pointing.
Kakel peered up at the figure Yakov had indicated. "Who_or what_is that?"
"An Airlia. From Qian-Ling. It must be one of Artad's people." Even with just
his eyes he spotted another dangling below a parachute, the long black,
helmeted
form easy to spot among the shorter Chinese commandos. "There are several of
them."
"Come." Kakel slipped into the chamber, Yakov and the rest of the Delta
commandos following. They went past the other Kurds who made their home
there,
toward the rear.
"We call this the back door," Kakel said. "I don't know why. It is the name
that
has been passed down. I have never seen a front door, if there is one."
Yakov assumed that if the mothership lay ahead, there had to be another
entrance, a large one capable of allowing the vessel to exit. Kakel went into
a
narrow tunnel and Yakov and the others followed. The floor of the tunnel
sloped
down and Yakov noted that the stone was cut smoothly, as he had seen at other
Airlia sites. He had seen photos of the mothership at Area 51, so he knew
what
to expect, but still, his heart was beating rapidly as they descended into
Ararat.
"Why have your people kept this secret?" he asked Kakel.

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'The legend is that this is the path through which those saved on the ark
came
out into the world," Kakel said over his shoulder. "We believe we would be
the
chosen ones to go back down this path and be saved if the ark ever were
needed
again. Why would we tell others about it?"
Yakov had traveled much of the world while working for Section IV, the
Russian
version of Area 51. He'd seen how many ancient societies had built much of
their
religion and their belief system around Airlia artifacts or legends. He could
understand how the Kurds had kept the secret of the mothership for

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generations.

The tunnel came to an end, a solid rock wall blocking the way. Kakel didn't
hesitate, walking up to it while reaching inside his shirt. He brought out a
medallion with an eye inscribed on it and placed it in the center. An outline
of
a door appeared and it slid up, revealing an opening.
Kakel went through. Yakov ducked his head and passed through the opening. He
came to an abrupt stop as he took in his new surroundings. He was in a
massive
cavern, over a mile long and a half mile wide, barely enough to contain the
huge
black ship resting in a metal cradle in front of him.

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CHAPTER 16: THE PRESENT
MOUNT EVEREST


McGraw and Olivetti had heard the claymore go off, the sound echoing up the
mountain. They felt no sense of elation or relief that whoever was following
them was dead. They simply kept climbing according to the demands of their
programming and the nanovirus. Even with the augmentation they had been given
by
the guardian, their bodies were beginning to break down as they climbed
through
the "death zone."
A hundred-foot-high, almost sheer wall appeared in front of them. The Second
Step. McGraw pulled a piton off his rack, reached up, and hammered it in.
Then
he attached the rope and climbed up. He continued up the step, putting in
protection all the way to the top. He secured himself and turned to belay
Olivetti. The second SEAL came up the step quickly, simply unsnapping from
the
protection, not bothering to pull it out.
He reached the top of the step and they both looked up. They could see the
top
of Everest now, about five hundred feet above them. The Kanshung Face was off
to
their left. McGraw squinted, peering in the distance, then pulled a set of
binoculars out of his pack. A small series of dots along the northeast ridge
zoomed into focus. Climbers. A large party. They were at about the same
altitude.
McGraw shifted the binoculars, taking in what he could see of the Face. The
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take them within a hundred meters of the spot they were headed toward, then
they
would have to climb out onto the Face. He checked the other party once more.
It
was moving at a good pace. He calculated it would reach the Face about the
same
time as he and Olivetti, but they had the longer traverse. He put the
binoculars
back in his pack and resumed the climb.

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UNITED NATIONS


The Chinese delegate stormed out.
That was expected. What wasn't expected was the number of delegates who
indicated their country wanted to assume a neutral stance with regard to both
Artad's and Aspasia's Shadow's ultimatums.
The Secretary General sat at the front of the General Assembly listening to
the
bedlam of arguments, while shuffling the various intelligence reports, some
of
which, frankly, he didn't believe. The UN had always suffered from reliance
on
member countries reporting to it and now many of those countries were either
withholding information or deliberately lying. He picked up a piece of paper,

which the header indicated had originated from Israel. It reported that Arab
extremists had attempted to destroy the Ark of the Covenant. That was in
direct
conflict with an American intelligence report, which said the attack had been
the act of a Jewish extremist.
The Secretary General knew the clock was ticking. Reports of biological and
chemical warfare in South Korea were being overshadowed by reports American
forces had detonated nuclear weapons. The American delegate was not only not
commenting on these reports, he also would not say anything about the rumors
that Hawaii had been overrun by alien forces and all American sea power in
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been assimilated, leaving the West Coast of the United States open to attack.
The isolationists in many countries were very powerful and there were
indications that Guides working under orders from Aspasia's Shadow were
behind
many of the groups as well as some of the progressives who were urging their
governments to join forces with Aspasia's Shadow.
Shoving the reports aside, the Secretary General stood and began pounding on
the
podium with a gavel. He continued for over a minute until the noise in the
General Assembly gradually subsided.
"Enough." The single word echoed though the hall. He held up a single finger.
"We will vote in one hour."

PACIFIC OCEAN,
SOUTHEAST OF MIDWAY


The USS Seawolf 'was Admiral Kenzie's second trip wire and the only one
remaining as he pulled in his air cover, hoping that he had diverted the
Alien
Fleet to the north. Located eighty-seven nautical miles southeast of Midway,
the
Seawolf was the most advanced submarine in the world, designed from the first
concept with only one mission in mind: kill other submarines.
There were several key elements designed into the submarine to allow it to do
that task efficiently and with minimum risk. The first was the emphasis on
quiet. From the specially shaped propellers, to the rubber coating covering
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entire ship that minimized water disturbance when moving, to the shape of the
craft itself, everything about Seawolf was focused on making as little noise
as
possible.
It was also capable of diving deep. The exact depth was lassified, and even
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could go. On trials the captain had taken the sub down below three thousand
feet
with no problems. Beyond that, safety constraints limited their testing but
it
was felt the modular hull might even be able to go down to five thousand
feet,
far beyond any other submarine's range.
For weaponry, the Seawolf boasted Tomahawk cruise missiles with which it
could
target 75 percent of the Earth's land surface, and MK-48 torpedoes with both
conventional and nuclear warheads with which to destroy other vessels.
Surprisingly, the Seawolf was relatively small. Just 353 feet long, it wasn't
much longer than the first submarine of the same name that went to battle
during
World War II. Considering that the rear two-thirds of the sub were taken up
by
the nuclear power plant, engine room, and environmental control systems, the

crew of 134 men was crowded into the front one-third. However, with a beam of
over forty feet, it was twice as wide as those earlier subs.
Speed was another factor. Its nuclear power plant could propel it at over
thirty-five knots, faster than any other submarine it expected to encounter.
However, as those who had faced the alien threat had already found out,
expectations were useless.
"We've got two bogeys," the targeting officer called out, relaying a report
from
the sailors monitoring the submarine's passive listening devices. "Range
seventy
miles."
"Direction?" the captain demanded.
"Tracking_tracking_straight at us, sir."
"Speed?"
The targeting officer relayed the question. When he got the answer from the
sonarman he was disconcerted and repeated the question while the captain
waited
impatiently.
"Eighty-seven knots, sir. They're loud_some sort of water-pressure propulsion
as
near as we can determine."
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the captain ordered. His primary weapon against other submarines, the MK-48
torpedo, was an impressive combat system. Over nineteen feet long and
weighing
almost four thousand pounds, the MK-48 had a range of five miles. However,
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torpedo's speed was thirty-five knots, more than sufficient to track down any
other normal submarine but almost useless against those which were
approaching.
"Plot interception angles on both targets," the captain ordered as he
pondered
the situation. If the bogeys picked up his shots, they could easily outrun
the
torpedoes. If he didn't fire, they would be at Midway in an hour and most
likely
attack the fleet shortly thereafter.
They certainly hadn't ever presented this tactical problem at the Naval
Academy
or the various schools the captain had attended over the course of his
career.
He was reasonably confident his ship hadn't been detected, as neither bogey
had
changed direction, and he was running silent and in place.
"At launch depth," the targeting officer informed him. "Underwater bogeys,
fifty-two miles."
"Give me a surface scan," the captain ordered.
"Multiple surface targets bearing one hundred degrees at eighty-seven miles.
Two
carriers at least. Course same as bogeys."
The Alien Fleet. They hadn't been fooled, the captain realized. Two problems.
At
least the advance subs were probably ahead of the shield.
"Forty-three miles," his targeting officer announced. "I've plotted intercept
vectors for the MK-48s but once they detect our launch_" He left the rest
unsaid.
"We need to launch now," the captain said.
"Sir, they're out of range."
"Here's the plan," the captain began. As he rapidly issued his orders, his
crew
sprang to life, implementing them.
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his arming key into the slot at his position. "We're green on torpedoes and
missiles and at launch depth."

The captain reached under his shirt and pulled out his own key and inserted
it.
"Arm," he ordered. Both men turned at the same time. The other two launch
safeguards had already been initiated when they went to combat alert and a
red
light flashed as all four were now set.

"Launch," the captain ordered.
The submarine vibrated as torpedoes roared out of their tubes and a half
dozen
Tomahawk cruise missiles fired upward, one after another.
"Dive," the captain ordered as the last missile left its launcher.
"Twenty-two miles," the targeting officer reported.
"Let's see how smart these alien machines are," the captain muttered to
himself
as the floor of the control room sloped forward as the Seawolf headed into
the
depths. The sound of the Tomahawks should have covered up the noise the

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torpedoes made leaving the tube. The torpedoes were set for their slowest and
quietest speed. As the Tomahawks arced upward into the sky, the torpedoes
were
headed out at right angles, not on a direct intercept course with the bogeys
but
in a direction to get to their projected paths before they arrived.
"Underwater, seventeen miles. Time to target on Tomahawks, two minutes."
Just less than eighty-seven miles to the southeast of Seawolf, the Alien
Fleet
was steaming at flank speed. The two super-carriers flanked the Jahre Viking,
which was in the process of spitting out two more Springfield clones. In the
front was the resurrected Arizona, with Captain Lockhart on the bridge. She'd
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point for the fleet of the cruise missile launch and her crew was tracking
the
incoming missiles.
"Launch decoy," the Seawolf_s captain ordered.
From the top deck, a small submersible was fired out of a tube. It went up to
fifteen hundred feet and slowly began circling as it emitted the same signal
a
Los Angeles class submarine would.
"Level out," the captain ordered as they reached three thousand feet depth.
"Eight-point-seven miles," the targeting officer reported. "They've adjusted
course, homing on decoy."
"Our torpedoes?"
"In place, halted." Despite all the sophisticated computers crammed into the
operations center, the targeting officer was looking at an old-fashioned
stopwatch, checking it against his computer display.
"Tomahawks, five seconds."
Lockhart saw the explosions, one right after another as the six cruise
missiles
hit the shield and detonated, a half mile in front of her. The shield
absorbed
the blasts and then all was still.
Two modified Los Angeles class submarines slipped out of the Jahre Viking and
the Alien Fleet continued toward Midway.
"Sonar reports torpedo doors opening," the targeting officer reported. He
checked his watch. "Five seconds."
The captain nodded. He had assumed that the alien submarines would attack "by
the book." Now he would find out if he was correct.
"Three. Two. One."
"Detonate!" the captain ordered.

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* * *

Unshielded, both alien submarines took the full brunt of torpedoes detonating
less than two hundred meters from each. The Seawolfs guess as to their paths
once they detected the Tomahawk launch had been correct. Metal crumpled,
seawater flooded in.
"We've got two breaking up," the targeting officer excitedly relayed from the
sonarman. "Two bogeys down!"
A cheer rose in the operations center, to be immediately squelched by the

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captain's shout. "At ease!" When the yelling subsided, he spoke. "Remember
there
were probably sailors on those subs. Men who used to be like us." Sure that
had
sunk in, he ordered the submarine to surface-scan depth.
"Report."
The targeting officers face was grim. "Surface contacts, seventy-eight miles.
No
change."
The captain nodded. As expected. "Plot us a course back to Midway and the
fleet.
We've done what we can."


AIRSPACE, GULF OF MEXICO


Sherev looked out the window of the Osprey and saw the apparently abandoned
oil
rig to their left. The engine nacelles on the end of the wings slowly began
rotating from forward into the upright position. He'd flown in an Israeli Air
Force Learjet across the Mediterranean, refueling in the Azores and then
across
the Atlantic, before landing at the airfield Garlin had indicated for him to
go
to. A half dozen men clad in black fatigues and swaddled in body armor were
seated along both sides of the craft. They were members of Unit 269, the most
secret and elite unit in the Israeli army.
Five of the commandos carried Heckler & Koch MP-5 submachine guns. While the
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these men were more concerned with functionality and accuracy. The sixth man
also had an H & K gun_the PSG-1 sniper rifle.
In the center of the cargo area, the Ark of the Covenant was packed inside a
large plastic case. A second, smaller case held the priest's garments that
had
been recovered from beneath the Great Sphinx in Egypt.
Sherev had not bothered to inform his government of his decision to bring the
Ark to America. There was so much going on around the world, he had a strong
feeling he wouldn't be missed for a while. He'd defended Israel for decades
against enemies in all directions, but recent events had caused him to
reevaluate his focus, and he had been forced to admit that the threat to the
planet was greater than the threat to Israel.
With a slight bounce, the Osprey landed. The door to the pilot's compartment
had
been locked when it landed at the airfield and the cargo compartment empty
when
the back ramp came down. Sherev was irritated with this arrangement. If the
Ark
of the Covenant was so important, someone should have greeted them.
The back ramp slowly lowered and Sherev stood. Four of the commandos raced
off
the plane, taking up defensive positions around the landing pad. The other
two
picked up the case holding the Ark, while Sherev got the smaller case. He
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and they walked off the plane. As soon as they were clear the ramp closed and
the aircraft roared off into the sky.

A door slid open in an elevator housing directly in front of them. Sherev
hesitated. He could smell the salt water of the Gulf. And as the Osprey
dwindled
into a small dot in the distance, silence reigned. There was no one about.
Reluctantly Sherev nodded toward the open door. He pointed at the sniper and
gave him a thumbs-up. The sniper went over to the abandoned tower and began
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get an overwatch position. With the other five commandos and the two cases,
Sherev entered the elevator. The door slid shut and the elevator began
descending.
Sherev stepped back as the five commandos aligned themselves in front of him,
weapons at the ready, facing the door.
The elevator came to a halt.
Sherev cursed as he heard a noise behind him and what he had thought was a
wall
was obviously a door. He spun about, pistol at the ready. The silhouette of a
man stood there, strangely bisected by what appeared to be a waist-high table
the width of the elevator in front of him.
Behind the man_Sherev's finger was on the trigger, but what he saw behind the
man froze him in shock and horror. And that was all it took as what he had
thought was a table shot forward, the front edge composed of razor-sharp
black
metal.
The front edge hit Sherev in the stomach, slicing through his body with
little
regard for flesh and bone, continuing through the elevator. The top half of
Sherev's body tumbled onto the case holding the Ark of the Covenant. The five
commandos were also cut in half as they turned around, trying to get a shot
off.
It was over in less than a second.
Through the physical shock Sherev knew he was dying, blood pumping out of his
torso. Despite that, his mind kept replaying what he had seen behind the man.
As
his last breath left his lungs he experienced a fear far beyond anything his
worst nightmares had ever produced. His last thought was that he was glad
that
he would be dead and never have to see or face that vision again.

MOUNT EVEREST


Turcotte halted at the base of the Second Step and looked up. One hundred
feet.
Impossible. He squinted, trying to see

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through his partially frozen goggles. There were pitons set in the ice wall,
each about four feet apart. He reached up, not quite believing what he was
seeing, his gloved hand touching the closest one. He automatically reached
down,
pulled up the rope, and attached it to a snap link and onto the piton. He

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kicked
his right foot into the ice wall and, pulling on the rope, levered himself up
two feet.
He glanced over his shoulder. Mualama was waiting for him to get high enough
before following. The African had been extremely quiet since they'd left the
United States. Since getting on the mountain Turcotte had been so focused
simply
on surviving he had paid scant attention to the former Watcher. And there was
no
time to worry about him now. Turcotte took another snap link and piece of
sling,
reached above his head, and clipped in.

QIAN-LING


Artad placed his hands on the side of the guardian and was encompassed in its
golden glow. His forces had landed in Turkey and were heading for the cavern
holding the second mothership and, more importantly, the Master" Guardian.
South Korea was a morass. The surprise use of nuclear weapons by the
Americans
had shut the western corridor. Troops were making progress on the eastern
side
of the peninsula, but slowly. Artad cared little. The entire campaign was a
distraction. The same with Taiwan, where his forces were advancing slowly
against the shrewd defenders. He realized now that he should have sent Chi Yu
with his Kortad to Ararat, not to aid in the invasion of Taiwan. He
considered
the mistake a result of not having fully recovered from his ong hibernation
and
acting too quickly. He issued an order r the shield generator to be
off-loaded
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use. And for more of the "flying dragons" to be uncrated by his Kortad.
The humans fought brutally among themselves, Artad noted. The history of the
planet since he had gone to sleep indicated that mankind had spent its
existence
in constant warfare. A species warring against itself was a rare thing in the
cosmos. Very rare, but Artad was not surprised.
He continued to review the situation.

Mars.
There was a reply from the Airlia trapped at Cydonia.
They would consider his proposal of an alliance if he promised amnesty,
giving
his word as an officer of the Kortad as his bond.
Only consider if he gave his word? What choice did they have? Artad reined in
his anger and sent a reply.


MOUNT ARARAT


Yakov felt like an ant, an odd emotion considering that he had always towered

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over most men. But walking underneath the mothership he realized how truly
puny
man and his achievements were compared to the Airlia. The mothership could
swallow a dozen supercarriers with no problem. And it flew, not just in the
atmosphere, but through interstellar space. He could not imagine such a
massive
thing actually lifting out of the cradle of black metal it rested on. It was
just too large. He noted that smaller Talon spacecraft were attached to the
nose
of the mothership, their large size dwarfed by the ship they clung to.
"Where's the Master Guardian?" Major Briggs asked.
Yakov was startled out of his awe. He pulled out the papers he'd retrieved
from
the Iranian general. "This way."

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The Chinese entered the cave firing, not caring if their bullets struck men,
women, or children. The Kurds fought bravely, but were overwhelmed by
superior
firepower. Once the last Kurd was struck down, the Kortad entered, swords in
hand. They decapitated all the bodies, even though they were obviously dead.
Then they headed for the back of the cave and the tunnel that led to the
mothership.
Yakov arrived at one of the massive braces that held the ship up. It
consisted
of a single arc of b'ja, the black metal used by the Airlia, and was over ten
feet in width and depth. According to the paper, an entrance to the ship was
in
the metal at ground level, but Yakov saw nothing. He hadn't expected to,
given
that the American scientists had spent decades searching for a way into the
mothership hidden at Area 51.
He checked the paper, then held it up while he looked at the brace. He
pressed
the Watcher ring against the spot indicated. The outline of a door appeared,
over eight feet high by four wide. It slid up to reveal a room six feet in
diameter.
"Going up?" Yakov looked at Briggs and Kakel.

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CHAPTER 17: THE PRESENT
SOUTH KOREA


Colonel Lin fell to his knees and vomited. He was at the objective, Seoul,
but
it was a Pyrrhic victory. He staggered to his feet and looked about the empty
downtown street. There were few dead on the streets, which was strange given
that the nerve gas assault must have killed millions. He assumed most had
crawled inside to die. He continued to move forward, even though he led no
men.
Most had been killed fighting north of the city and then when the mushroom

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clouds had appeared in the south, even the rigid discipline of the PKA had
fallen apart and the rest had slunk away into the darkness of the previous
evening.
But Lin had pushed on, his mind focused on the objective, even though he knew
he
was going farther into the radioactive zone. He assumed he had already
received
a fatal dose, as sickness was wracking his body. He reached down to his
combat
vest and pushed the send button for the mike attached there. "Headquarters.
Colonel Lin. I am in the objective. Over." "Roger. Proceed to river and find
crossing sites. Over." He came around a corner and saw the Han River. And the
destroyed bridges. He knew he was a dead man and now he also knew the
offensive
was doomed. The western route was shut and would be shut as long as the
radioactivity blocked the way, which would be beyond his lifetime and that of
all his countrymen. And even if they won, what would they win? A devastated
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Lin paused, something catching his eyes. A sign on a small store. He
staggered
over and shoved the door open. The front of the store was empty. He slung his
weapon over his shoulder as he walked around a counter and pushed open the
door
to the rear. There were two bodies huddled together on a mattress on the
floor.
An old man, his arms around an old woman.

Lin knelt next to them. He realized he had taken the streets and woven his
way
through the southern capital to this destination subconsciously. He'd learned
the address when he'd been doing intelligence preparation for his mission.
Lin noted how tightly the old man held the woman. He reached down and pulled
a
wallet out of the man's pants. He flipped it open and recognized the name:
his
father's brother. Separated over half a century ago.
Lin keyed the radio. "Headquarters. Colonel Lin. It is over. This was wrong.
It
is wrong." He let go of the key.
The small earpiece squawked, as his superiors demanded an explanation of his
strange message. Lin pulled the earpiece out and left it dangling. He threw
his
pack with the radio in it on the ground. He reached in, ignoring the radio
and
pulling out a thin blanket. He carefully placed it over the bodies.
Then he sat down on the floor. He put an arm up over the blanket, feeling the
cold bodies underneath, and closed his eyes.


TAIWAN


Chang Tek-Chong leaned against the front of the hastily dug foxhole, watching
the advancing Chinese forces. They were less than a half mile away. The
tactics

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he had come up with had worked to an extent, but there was no stopping the
wave
of humanity the Chinese kept pouring ashore behind the shield. His position
was
located in the foothills of the mountains that ran along the east coast of
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west coast had been overran. The most fertile and productive part of the
country
was in enemy hands.
Tek-Chong reached up and pulled a heavy piece of plywood over the top of the
foxhole, covering it. He heard the ramble of heavy equipment and then the
thud
as a backhoe dumped a load of dirt on the top of the plywood, burying him and
the other occupant of the hole.
Tek-Chong leaned back against the freshly cut earth. He noticed that he was
breathing more shallowly, which brought a wry smile to his face. It wasn't as
if
his partner in the hole was taking any of it. He reached out and felt the
cold
steel. No comfort.
He looked at his wrist and the small glowing face told him he'd been buried
for
ten minutes. He thought of his father, who had died fighting the refugees
from
the mainland who had taken over Formosa. And now he was fighting for that
same
regime, against another invasion from the same mainland. He laughed out loud
at
the insanity, and then cut it short, realizing that mainland forces were
probably walking right over his site.
He checked his watch again. Given the rate at which the mainland forces had
been
advancing, he was now inside the shield wall. He reached out like a lover in
the
dark toward his companion. His fingers lightly reached over the metal to the
small keyboard. He blindly tapped in the command.
Tek-Chong died instantly as the nuclear weapon went off. The explosion roared
out of the foxhole, incinerating the mainland forces nearby, then rebounding
off
the interior of the shield wall like a captured tsunami of fire. The effect
of
the single bomb was multiplied by being captured inside the shield wall and
within less than thirty seconds the entire contingent of mainland forces and
all
surviving Taiwanese inside were dead.

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Garlin placed the priest's crown on top of Duncan's head. She was strapped to
an
upright table, her arms and legs bound tightly. He left the room briefly,
then
returned, wheeling in a cart with a large plastic case on top of it. Duncan's
eyes watched his movements, but she didn't say anything. Her previous meal
had
been dragged, she knew that now, because her last memory was of eating the
food
Garlin had brought Then she had awoken, strapped down to the table. She
blinked
as she noted the massive amount of blood that blanketed the top of the
plastic
case. Fresh blood, glistening under the bright overhead lights.
"What happened?" she demanded.
Garlin ignored her. He flipped latches and took the top off the case. Duncan
recognized the Ark of the Covenant. He reached inside and opened the Ark's
lid
and pulled out the leads. He carefully attached them to the crown. He seemed
to
know exactly what he was doing, which Duncan found strange. It was as if he
had
handled the Ark and crown before.
Whose blood? she wondered.
What the hell was going on?
Her thoughts were cut short by a spike of pain and then a vision of a
beautiful
white city with a magnificent palace in the center.
Garlin reached up and gripped her chin in his hand, squeezing tight, drawing
her
attention from the vision inside her head to him. "We want to know where you
came from."
It was a straggle to talk, to hold back the vision flooding in through the
crown. "What do you mean?"
"We know you're not from Earth," Garlin said. "We want the location of your
home
world."

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CHAPTER 1 8: THE PRESENT
MOUNT EVEREST


Mike Turcotte sat down in the snow. All he wanted to do was sleep. The snow
felt
very comforting, like a nice blanket. He leaned back, enveloped in it. So
nice.
He remembered Sunday mornings in Maine, his only day off from cutting, when
he
could sleep in, his body completely worn-out from a week on the saw. This was
so
much better.
A bolt of pain spiked through his brain.
Duncan.
He sat up, snow falling off his parka. Turcotte opened his eyes, but all he
could see was formless white. The pain, though, was still there.
His goggles were frozen over, he realized. He wasn't in Maine. Goggles, why
was

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he wearing goggles? He reached up and fumbled, pulling them down. He was in a
depression in the snow. The sky above was clear blue, the clearest he had
ever
seen. Beautiful. It reminded him of someplace in his past, someplace very
safe,
very home.
Duncan.
What was happening?

A form intruded on the bluest sky. A figure swaddled in Gore-Tex. It stepped
over him and disappeared up the mountain.
Turcotte rolled his head back. Ice. Snow. Rock.
Duncan. The pain was worse than the cold. It brought him out of his desire to
sleep, to fade away, to become part of the nothingness that the mountain was
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The mountain.
Everest. He knew where he was. Sitting up again was the hardest thing he ever
did.
He got to his feet. Mualama was about ten meters away, moving upslope. The
last
twenty-four hours with the archaeologist flooded over Turcotte. Mualama
reminded
him of a sphinx. Silent. Brooding. Waiting. Waiting for what, he wondered.
Lisa Duncan.
Turcotte turned toward the peak. He took a step. He saw that about two
hundred
feet above them the ridgeline steepened. Turcotte felt a shiver run up his
back,
not from the cold, but from the man ahead of him.


MOUNT ARARAT


The "elevator" in the strut had started slowly up the massive leg and then
begun
moving in a horizontal direction as near as Yakov could tell. The pace was
incredibly slow, something he found strange for a piece of machinery
associated
with such a spectacle as the mothership. He had expected to be swiftly
transported into the front of the mothership, but instead they seemed to be
traversing the entire length of the ship at a snail's pace.
"Do you think there's a control panel that we don't see?" Major Briggs asked.
The walls of the room were smooth black with no visible markings, but Yakov
remembered that the door to the room had been invisible on the strut.
"There might be," he acknowledged, "but I do not know how to access it, if
there
is one."
"We seem to be taking the_" Briggs began, but he shut up as the room came to
a
halt.
The three faced the door and were startled when the wall

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behind them opened. They spun about, weapons at the ready. An empty corridor
beckoned, the walls made of the same black metal.
"Come," Yakov said as he stepped into the corridor. The American and Kurd
followed. The corridor curved slightly to the left so he could only see about
fifty feet ahead. The sound of his boots hitting the floor bounced off the
walls. Yakov came to an abrupt halt as the corridor straightened out.
"Oh, man," Major Briggs muttered as he came up next to Yakov.
The corridor extended straight ahead, for what appeared to the length of the
mothership. Close by they could see cross corridors.
"Where to now?" Briggs asked.
Yakov studied the sheet of paper. He couldn't read the rune markings, but he
did
find the corridor. "That way." He pointed down the corridor. "Thirty-eighth
hall
to the right."

VICINITY MIDWAY ISLAND


"According to the reports we have," Admiral Kenzie said, "they are going to
have
to turn off the shield when they launch their aircraft."
His senior air officer, the CAG, or Commander Air Group, considered that.
"We'd
have to be close by and act quickly."
Kenzie nodded. "It's our only shot to get at those ships."
They had the Alien Fleet positioned eight hundred air miles to the southeast
according to the intelligence report radioed back by Seawolf. The news of the
destruction of two alien submarines by the attack sub had raised morale a
little, but everyone was also aware that the subs hadn't been shielded.
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five minutes. We hold half back just in case_" He didn't finish the sentence.
No
word had been heard from the Area 51 survivors and the messages coming out of
Washington were garbled at best. "Get to it."

MOUNT EVEREST


The Kanshung Face extended to the SEALs' left and down over a mile. It had
never
been climbed for the simple reason it made absolutely no sense to climb it,
as
pretty much any other approach to Everest was less difficult. McGraw and
Olivetti had taken the easiest route they could to get to the same height as
their goal, and now they had about fifty meters of lateral traverse across a
ledge near the top of the face to their objective.
McGraw put in the first piece of protection, hooked a rope through it,
attached
a sling from his harness to the rope, and set out onto the Face. When he put
the
second piece of protection in, Olivetti clipped into the rope and began
following.

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Lexina looked dispassionately at a body clad in ancient clothing lying in the
snow. That humans, rogue Watchers, had climbed this high so long ago in their
attempt to hide Excalibur, she found quite remarkable, but foolish. That no
one
had removed Excalibur in the millennia since it was hidden wasn't due to the
efforts of these humans but rather the fact that the sword was so critical
that
any attempt by either side to recover it would have resulted in what was
happening now: all-out war. And that had been avoided for one major
reason_they
had no idea what the status of the other war was.
Lexina could hear the Chinese climbers talking excitedly among themselves
about
the body, but she simply stepped over it. Aksu snapped out orders and the men
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continuing along the ridge until they came to the edge of the Kanshung Face.
Lexina pointed out along the Face. "It is out there." Aksu nodded and edged
out
onto the Face, putting in protection.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Stop. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Left. Right. Left.
Right. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

The rhythm was like a drumbeat in Turcotte's head, propelling him up the
ridgeline. A distant part of his mind knew he should be alert for ambush or
another trip wire across the path cut in the snow that he was following, but
a
larger part almost wished a mine would explode in front of him and put him
out
of this miserable state of affairs.
He could barely see five feet in front of him because his head was bowed, his
eyes focused on a spot just ahead of where his next step would be. Beyond
that
he dared not look or else he feared he would lose what little energy he had
left.
Left. Right. Left_Turcotte paused, right foot lifted barely six inches, all
he
could manage. The trail disappeared, because the mountain disappeared.
Ridgeline
gave way to vertical face. Turcotte slowly lifted his head. A rope was
clipped
into the mountainside. Looking farther, he could see two figures edging their
way along the rock face, attached to the other end of the rope. They were
about
fifty meters away and, even as he watched, the first one disappeared around a
cornice of rock and ice.
Turcotte fumbled for his MP-5, bringing it up to his shoulder. The oxygen
mask
was in the way as he tried to sight the weapon. As he tried to unhook the
mask,
the second figure also went out of sight. He became aware that Mualama was
just
in front of him. Turcotte shifted the aim of the weapon toward the
archaeologist's back and his gloved finger touched the trigger.

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Turcotte let the gun drop on its sling. Then he hooked into the rope and
moved
out onto the Kanshung Face following Mualama.
MOUNT ARARAT
The first Chinese commandos into the cavern were cut down by well-disciplined
bursts of fire from the Delta Force men. It was a massacre and over a dozen
Chinese lay dead in the entrance.
Then the first Kortad entered, spear leveled under its arm. Bullets hit the
black armor, ricocheting off. As each Delta man shot at it, the Kortad would
shift the point of the spear and fire a golden pulse. The flash of gold would
hit the American soldier, briefly envelop him, and then he would drop,
unconscious.
It was over in less than twenty seconds.
The rest of the Kortad entered and the rock floor flowed with blood as they
decapitated the unconscious men. The surviving Chinese forces took up
defensive
positions.
"Thirty-seven," Yakov said.
"Thirty-seven," Major Briggs confirmed.
They had come about a half mile down the middle of the mothership. Yakov
slowed
as he came to the next opening. "Thirty-eight." He turned the corner.
A twenty-foot-high dull red pyramid was in the center of a huge spherical
room,
a forty-foot walkway leading out to it.

VICINITY MIDWAY ISLAND


Captain Lockhart received the report of inbound aircraft with no concern. The
entire Alien Fleet was under the guard of the shield. She was more involved
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wings on the two carriers. Planes were being readied, bombs full of nanovirus
were being loaded, and infected pilots were receiving their orders via the
nanovirus inside them.
The Alien Fleet wasn't hard to spot. CAG (Commander Air Group) had his planes
at
forty thousand feet and the ships, huge as the two carriers and tanker were,
appeared to be tiny toys on the surface of the ocean far below.
He'd assigned each plane a number and broken them into three groups, one for
each of the capital ships. As they approached the strike point, they began to
circle, waiting.
"CAG, this is Alpha-One. Over."
"This is CAG. Over."
"Do you see what I see in the lead of that fleet? Over."
CAG reached for a set of binoculars and trained them on the fleet far below
and
ahead of them. The silhouette of the lead ship was strangely familiar but at
the
same time not anything he had ever studied in his ship recognition classes.
The
superstructure was, well, the only word he could come up with was archaic.
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the Tomahawk missile launchers where large turrets should have been were as
modern as his plane.
Then he realized what he was seeing. "That's the Arizona!' Strangely, the
sight
of the long-sunken warship didn't surprise CAG. It made him angry that the
aliens would scavenge even that to use against them. "Alpha, Bravo, and
Charlie
flights. Stick with your primary targets. Our concern right now are the two
carriers and the tanker. We go when they launch. Over."

He received acknowledgments from all three flight leaders. Three lines of
planes
were spreading out below him, each circling just outside the shield near
their
target. Each line consisted of twelve planes, a five-thousand-pound bomb
under
each wing. Twenty-four bombs per ship.

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* * *

Lockhart gave the order to launch. The two carriers turned into the wind and
the
first planes were catapulted into the air. At that moment, the shield was
shut
down. (
"Go, go, go!" CAG screamed into his mike. All the planes headed for their
targets.
Lockhart saw the planes coming in for the attack. She smiled, but the smile
disappeared as the nanovirus took over, forcing her to put the shield back
up.
CAG saw the second plane launched smash into the invisible barrier just ahead
and cursed. His squadrons didn't have enough fuel to hang around here much
longer and still be able to make it back.
CAG launched his bombs and then cursed as he saw the impotent explosion when
the
ordnance hit the shield wall.
CAG looked once more at the Arizona. "Flight leaders, take your planes home.
Over." He turned his plane and started to circle, just outside the shield.
"This is Alpha flight leader. CAG, what are you doing? Over."
"I'm going to hang around."
Lockhart saw the planes fly away. All except one. But it had dropped its
bombs
already so it was no longer a threat. She ordered the shield down and the
launch
to resume.
She looked over at the Washington, seeing a third plane brought onto the
parallel catapult.

CAG saw the plane rocket down the runway and into the air. At the same time,
he
turned the nose of his plane toward the large carrier. He could see sailors
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Infected sailors, he reminded himself. He took a look to his right as he
passed
by the Arizona. He could swear he saw someone on the bridge looking straight
at
him. He flicked a half salute, then turned his attention back to the deck of
the
carrier. He saw the two planes in launch position and aimed directly for
them.
As the deck rapidly approached, CAG suddenly remembered a prayer he'd been
taught by his mother so many years ago. He began reciting it as he lost
altitude
and continued to accelerate.
Lockhart watched the F-14 and it was only when it was less than a quarter
mile
from the carrier that she realized what the pilot was planning on doing. As
the
part of her controlled by the nanovirus yelled commands, the smaller part
that
was her free self mentally saluted the pilot.
The commands were far too late. The crews manning one of the 20mm Phalanxes
on
the carrier got off a short burst that missed badly and the escort ships were
too slow to react. The F-14 traversed the last quarter mile in just a couple
of
seconds before slamming into the Washington just forward of the two planes
loaded on the catapults. The aircraft exploded, ripping open the flight deck
and
blasting down through the hangar deck into the bowels of the ship. Secondary
explosions from fuel on board waiting planes rocked the ship.
The forward speed of the carrier fanned the flames, which enveloped planes
farther back on the flight deck. One by one they also exploded, adding to the
carnage and destruction. The captain of the Washington immediately ordered
the
engine room to reverse thrust to bring the massive ship to a halt before the
flames engulfed the entire ship. He gave the order with tears in his eyes,
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his core wanted to keep the ship moving, to burn it all up. He could look
down
on the deck and watch his sailors fighting the fire, getting too close,
forced
by the nanovirus, and being burned alive. More sailors would move forward to
take their
place.
Lockhart immediately issued orders for the entire Alien Fleet to halt. The
shield generator was on board the Jahre Viking and the options were either
keep
moving and leave the Washington practically undefended, or halt the entire
fleet
until the fire was brought under control.
She checked status of repairs on the Stennis. The nanovirus was very
efficient.
It would have one catapult ready for launch in eighteen minutes.

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Leaving Briggs and Kakel at the entrance, Yakov had made his way along the
walkway to the Master Guardian. He was standing on a three-foot-wide, black
metal ledge, which went all around the pyramid. He placed his hands on the
Master Guardian. Nothing. The surface lacked the glow he had seen on the
golden
guardians. He looked around. The pyramid was in the exact center of a perfect

sphere and the walls were featureless. He could see no visible means of
support
for the guardian unless it was the ledge and the walkway.
"Trouble," Major Briggs called out in a low yell.
Yakov ran back to join them. Briggs was lying on his stomach, peering down
the
center corridor, showing as little of his body as possible. Kakel was against
the far wall, also slightly leaning out and looking. Yakov peeked around the
corner and saw what had alerted Briggs. Several tall figures were slowly
walking
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Yakov couldn't see much detail, but he did note the red hair, the spears in
their hands, and the disproportionate bodies.
"Airlia," he whispered.
"We don't have much time," Briggs said.
"We do not control our fate," Yakov said. "That is up to Major Turcotte. He
must
free Excalibur so I can access the Master Guardian."


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CHAPTER 19: THE PRESENT
MOUNT EVEREST


Major Turcotte had stopped. Both hands were wrapped around the sling attached
to
his harness and he was leaning against the side of Mount Everest, hunched,
lungs
screaming for oxygen. He felt far removed from the world and the troubles
that
had precipitated his coming here and climbing the mountain.
Morris had said that the blood packing would last for forty-eight hours.
Turcotte wondered how the medic knew that; had they tested it? Or was it a
typical military SWAG_ stupid wild-ass guess? The pounding in his head was
worse; he couldn't even come close to feeling like he had caught his breath,
and
his extremities felt like lead pipes.
He dully felt something vibrate the rope. Again. Reluctantly, Turcotte turned
his head. Mualama was still moving along the ledge, heading for the cornice,
jerking the rope with each step. Turcotte saw frozen blood around the edges
of
the archaeologist's oxygen mask. He was amazed the older man was still
moving.
Leaning back on the rope Turcotte reached inside his parka. He pulled out a
small metal thermos. He carefully unscrewed the cap. Steam rose out of the
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opening. He pulled his oxygen mask away, distantly feeling skin rip where it
had
frozen to his face. He didn't care at all about that as he slowly tipped the
thermos and felt the scalding hot coffee pour into his mouth. In reality, he
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lukewarm at best, but it burned into his core as it went down his throat
He tucked the thermos under one arm and reached with his free hand once more
inside his parka. Two pills lay in his gloved hand. The amphetamines that
Morris
had given him with his dire warning about their use. Turcotte took one,
popped
it in his mouth and washed it down with another mouthful of coffee, then did
the
same with the second.

The rope vibrated again and Turcotte almost lost his grip. He was reminded of
the Darby Queen obstacle course at Ranger School at Fort Benning so many
years
earlier. There was a rope climb where there were so many students making it
across at the same time that when one fell the entire thing whipsawed, often
tossing off others.
Turcotte grabbed hold of the rope with both hands, pulled his left foot free
of
the mountain, swung it a foot to the side, and slammed it in. He was moving
again.
McGraw hammered in two pieces of protection before checking out the three
bodies
lying on the thin ledge. Two were dressed in ancient clothing. And in the
center
sat someone with more recent, but still old clothing. And behind them,
encased
in a wall of ice, the scabbard with Excalibur inside of it.
McGraw reached over his shoulder and pulled an ice ax off his pack. As he
pulled
it back to strike the ice, Olivetti tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to
the northeast. A line of dots extended across a ledge about five hundred
meters
away. Olivetti pointed to himself, then once more at the climbers. McGraw
nodded
and turned his attention to the ice.
Olivetti put in two pieces of protection, then leaned back in his harness. He
pulled his pack off, attaching it to one of the slings, then opened it,
pulling
out a hard plastic case about three feet long. Wedging the case between
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and the mountain, Olivetti opened it, removing a barrel and stock/receiver.
He
slid the barrel into the receiver and twisted, locking it in place. A scope
was
already in place on top and he pulled a ten-round magazine out, slamming it
home. He tucked two more magazines into his parka.

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He pulled the bolt back, putting a round in the chamber. Leaning back, he
ignored the case, which tumbled away down the mountain. He put the rifle
against
his shoulder and sighted on the last in line. In between breaths, he smoothly
pulled the trigger. He was already shifting to the next figure in line before
the bullet reached its first target.
For a few moments, everyone thought the trail climber had slipped as the
Chinese
soldier slid down the mountain, then came to an abrupt halt as the safety
line
cinched tight. The other eleven climbers all gripped the mountain, holding on
against the weight of the fallen man. But then they all heard the echo of the
shot. Just then the next-to-last man was hit and tumbled off.
Lexina, second from the front, found she was struggling even harder for air
as
the harness around her waist tightened from the pressure on the safety rope.
It
was Aksu, climbing lead, who realized the danger as his third man was hit.
"Cut the line!" he screamed toward the rear.
A bullet hit the third from rear in the head, splattering the snow and ice
with
blood and brains. The fourth from rear had heard Aksu and had been reaching
for
a knife, but abandoned the effort in order to be able to avoid getting pulled
off the face of the mountain by the deadweight of three bodies dangling
below.
Lexina didn't waste any time as she pulled a knife from her belt and turned
around. Coridan was the climber behind her and he had both hands on the
safety
rope, holding tight. Another shot rang out as Lexina slashed down with the
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cutting the rope between herself and her fellow One Who Waits.
Without the support of Lexina and Aksu, the surviving climbers behind her
didn't
have the strength to hold up the weight of the four dead. They were peeled
off

the mountain one by one, Coridan the last to go. He was reaching out toward
Lexina as the rope pulled him away, tumbling down the side of Everest.
Lexina turned back to the front and looked. She could see someone leaning out
from the side of the mountain ahead, a rifle in his hands, and she realized
she
had only gained a moment's respite with her instinctive action.
Aksu had pulled his weapon from his pack and was trying to aim, while at the
same time maintaining a grip on the mountain. He was bringing it up
one-handed
to his shoulder when a round from the sniper hit him in the chest. His body
bounced back and he dropped the gun, but still he managed to hold on to the
protection he had just put in.
Lexina desperately searched for someplace to hide, but they were in the
middle
of a flat space. She scrambled forward toward Aksu, trying to put his body
between her and the sniper.
Turcotte heard the shots and could tell they were emanating not far from his
location, just around the cornice where the two climbers had disappeared. It
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less than ten meters away and from the first shot he had increased his climb,
trading safety for speed, closing on Mualama.
Through the telescopic site, Olivetti could see the last members of the
Chinese
expedition. Next to him, McGraw was working steadily at the ice, chipping
away.
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another in his parka. As he brought it to the magazine well, it slipped out
of
his fingers, falling down the mountain. Olivetti reached for the third
magazine.
Aksu turned to Lexina, blood bubbling up through his oxygen mask. He was
trying
to say something, but he couldn't make a noise. She reached around his body
for
the automatic weapon dangling by its sling.
She rested the barrel on Aksu's shoulder and took aim at the sniper. She
pulled
the trigger just as she saw the blossom of flame from his rifle, indicating
he'd
fired. She kept the trigger pulled, as the thirty-round magazine emptied on
full
automatic. About a third of the way through the magazine she felt Aksu's body
jerk from the impact of the sniper's round.
The fire was wild, bullets spraying the rock face well above Olivetti's
location. That changed the moment Olivetti's round struck the body concealing
the rifle, jerking its muzzle down. A string of bullets chipped away from ten
feet above his head, moving down, two rounds slamming-into his body and the
rest
below his feet.
Olivetti blinked, feeling the wounds, not quite believing he'd been hit. The
nanovirus went into overdrive, forcing him to keep moving. He reaimed the
sniper
rifle, shifting the reticules to the head that could be seen behind the body
he'd already shot twice. Olivetti pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit Lexina directly between her red cat eyes, plowing through her
skull.
Olivetti slumped in his harness, life draining from his body. Faintly he
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opposite direction, he saw someone coming around the cornice, hooked into the
protection they had put in.
McGraw was standing on the ledge, his ice ax up in a defensive position. With
a
dying effort, Olivetti brought up the rifle and pulled the trigger
repeatedly.
As the magazine ran empty, he slumped away from the mountain, held in place
by
his harness.

The bullets slammed into the figure, blood spraying out the exit wounds onto
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cornice, a melange of red on white. The body slid off the ledge and dangled
five
feet below, held up by the safety line.
McGraw turned back to the shallow cave and returned to chipping away at the
ice
with his ax.
Turcotte was nearly pulled from the mountain as the rope abruptly jerked
downward. His harness, instead of going up, was being pulled down. With one
hand
on the mountain, Turcotte reached down and with great difficulty unsnapped
from
the line. He shoved the MP-5 around so that it was against his chest. Then he
continued. He'd heard the firing and didn't know what to expect.
He reached the cornice. There was no ledge around it. He had to assume there
was
a continuation of the ledge on the other side. Turcotte realized his heart
was
racing, pounding in his chest frantically, trying to push blood that simply
didn't have the oxygen anymore.
If he missed his hold on the other side_if there was no hold on the other
side_
Turcotte shook off that thinking. The safety line went around, even though it
was down near his knees. He leaned his mask-covered forehead against the side
of
the mountain for a few seconds. Then he pulled away and reached as far to his
left as he could with his hand, then his foot. He pushed off from the
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hold. His left foot touched the ledge and he continued to swing around until
he
was on the other side.
Turcotte was presented with Mualama dangling limply on the safety line; a man
hanging dead in his harness; another man with his back to him, swinging an
ice
ax at the small cave; three bodies seated on a shelf in front of the cave;
and
in the cave, protected by only a few remaining inches of ice, Excalibur.
Turcotte was using both hands to edge his way closer and the man with the ax
seemed oblivious to everything except the task at hand. As Turcotte stepped
around Mualama's body, the man suddenly wheeled, ax held high. Unable to
defend
himself, Turcotte waited for the blow to fall, staring into the man's
deranged
eyes.
The man's eyes seemed to focus for a moment and shifted down to Turcotte's
parka, fixing on the Special Forces insignia pinned there. Turcotte saw the
insignia on the man's coat_the trident, anchor, pistol, and eagle symbol of
the
Navy SEALs. They locked eyes, the ax wavering in the air. The conditioning of
the guardian tried to suppress the decades of SEAL training.
The ax came flashing down, cutting through the nylon straps attached to the
man's protection. Turcotte could have sworn he saw the faintest smile on the
man's lips as he fell out and away from the mountain, taking his dead partner
with him. Turcotte put both feet on the ledge, ignoring the three frozen
bodies,
his attention completely captured by the sword. The pommel glittered as it

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caught the rays of the setting sun and he could see the carvings on the
scabbard. Only a scant inch of ice remained.
Turcotte hooked his nylon loop into one of the pieces of protection, then
lifted
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MOUNT ARARAT

Major Briggs fired a controlled three-round burst, the rounds hitting the
lead
Kortad and bouncing off. Briggs cursed and ducked back behind the protection
of
the wall as several bolts of gold shot by.
"This is not good," he understated to Yakov and Kakel.
"Maybe whatever they're shooting would damage the Master Guardian," Yakov
said.
"And?" Briggs extended his weapon into the corridor and fired without aiming.
"If we go in the chamber," Yakov said, "they might not use it."
'That is_" Kakel began, when a golden bolt bounced off the wall behind him
and
struck him in the back. He tumbled to the ground unconscious.
"Damn it," Briggs cursed as he stuck his firing hand out and pulled the
trigger.
A golden bolt struck the weapon and his hand. A golden field enveloped his
body
and he slumped to the floor.
Yakov didn't waste any more time. He ran across the bridge to the Master
Guardian, then around the narrow ledge to the far side, away from the
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VICINITY MIDWAY ISLAND


"We've got forty bogeys inbound," the operations officer announced.
Admiral Kenzie had just finished listening to the strike report from his air
wing. CAG's sacrifice was noble, but given the bogeys flying toward his fleet
he
had to assume the other alien carriers had gotten aircraft in the air.
He'd been dreading this moment ever since leaving Pearl Harbor, but he'd also
been preparing for it. He'd maneuvered his ships over deep water and had each
ship's captain initiate the preparations for what he was about to order.

For the first time since leaving Pearl, Kenzie made a transmission,
making
sure each ship played it over their intercom so every sailor in the fleet
could
hear.
"This is Admiral Kenzie. I am ordering strike wing two to launch immediately.
As
soon as the last plane is in the air, we will"_he paused, almost unable to
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it, then forcing himself to go on_"we will scuttle every ship in the task
force.
"We have no choice. If we are still here when those planes arrive, they will
absorb both the ships and us into the Alien Fleet. I would rather be dead,
and
have our ships sunk in deep water, than allow that to happen and for us to be
used against our own homeland.
"Strike wing two, begin launching and do your best to avenge us. Attack when
their strike planes try to land."


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The last piece of ice fell away. Turcotte reached in, his hand closing around
the hilt of Excalibur.
Stars flashed in his head and he fell to his knees. He tried reaching for the
hilt again and once more he was struck from behind. Turcotte crumbled to the
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as Mualama leaned over him. In the archaeologist's hands was a blue stone,
pulsing with light.
The stone could not touch the sword. Turcotte knew that as surely as if it
had
been shouted out from the top of the mountain. The ax was still in his other
hand. He struck out from his prone position, the point puncturing the
African's
leg and buckling the knee. Mualama scrambled, trying to place the stone on
the
hilt. Desperately, Turcotte looped one arm around Mualama's throat, pulling
him
back, but the African was stronger, getting to his knees with inhuman
strength.
Out of options, Turcotte kept his grip on Mualama and shoved away from the
mountain with his feet, sliding off the ledge. He free-fell two feet to the
end
of the nylon strap, pulling Mualama with him. The archaeologist tumbled
backward, the stone flying out of his hand as he grasped for a hold to keep
from
falling, which he found by grabbing the arm around his neck.
Turcotte grunted in pain as Mualama came to a halt, dangling below him with a
death grip on his forearm. Turcotte glanced up_the piton was strained, moving
very, very slightly. He knew it wouldn't hold very long. He slashed with the
ax
he still held in his free hand. The point struck Mualama's arm, piercing skin
and lodging between the bones in the forearm. Turcotte levered the handle of
the
ax, pressing outward on both bones, then they snapped. And still Mualama kept
his grip.
Turcotte gasped as Mualama's mouth opened wide, wider than humanly possible
and
something gray appeared, slithering out. Three "fingers" on the end were
grasping as it continued to exit the African's body, reaching toward
Turcotte's
arm, still in Mualama's grip. Only when they grasped Turcotte's arm did the

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tire length of the gray creature ripped out of the body, over six feet long,
pieces of Mualama's spine still attached.
Turcotte shuddered, scrambling back, shaking his arm to get the thing off,
but
it was slowly inching its way up his arm. Blindly he reached back, his hand
finding Excalibur's hilt. He pulled it out of the sheath and slashed down,
slicing the Swarm tentacle in half. The two pieces fell to the ground next to
him. Turcotte staggered to his knees, completely exhausted, and watched as
both
ends shriveled up.
Turcotte slumped back among the three frozen bodies, the naked blade of
Excalibur across his knees.

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EPILOGUE: The Present
MOUNT ARARAT


Yakov peeked around the edge of the Master Guardian as he heard footsteps.
Three
Kortad stood in the passageway by the bodies of Briggs and Kakel. They were
encased in black armor, swords strapped to their sides, and the strange
spears
were grasped in their hands.
One of them spotted Yakov and raised the spear. Yakov ducked back behind
the
red pyramid.
And at the moment it came alive, a fierce red glow pulsing out of its
surface. At the same time a thick metal door slid shut in the passageway,

locking the Kortad out of the room. The walkway smoothly slid back into the
wall, isolating the Master Guardian_and Yakov_in the center of the empty
sphere.
Swallowing nervously, Yakov raised both hands, stepped forward, and pressed
them
against the side of the pyramid. He was immediately enveloped in the red
glow.
His hands felt the warmth of the machine. He gasped as the walls of the
sphere
came alive with images and his mind made contact with the alien machine and
was
overwhelmed with data.
Yakov ignored the input and focused on the priorities of commands he knew
were needed to win the world war raging on the planet.

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VICINITY MIDWAY ISLAND


The last plane left the deck of the Kennedy. Admiral Kenzie watched its

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afterburners spit flame as it rocketed into the sky. He picked up the mike to
give the order for all ships to be scuttled. He hesitated, holding it in his
hand, all his training fighting against what he knew he had to do.

EASTER ISLAND


Aspasia's Shadow spun about as the golden haze around his guardian computer
suddenly flared brighter. He stared at it, then screamed in dismay as the
glow
slowly faded out. He ran to the guardian and placed his hands on the side.
Nothing.
He glanced over at the Marines as they collapsed to the floor, the nanovirus
receiving no input from the guardian. The bodies twitched and he could see a
black flow from the mouths, noses, and ears_millions of nanoviruses exiting
the
bodies.
Aspasia's Shadow stood still for several moments as he registered this sudden
development. Artad or the humans. One of the two had beaten his men to the
Master Guardian and freed Excalibur. He wasted no time on self-recrimination
or
trying to hold on to a plan that had failed.
Aspasia's Shadow went to the control console and tapped in a complex code on
the
hexagonal displays. Then he grabbed the Grail and wrapped it in a white
cloth.
He ran from the chamber into the tunnel leading to the bouncer.
On the side of the guardian, the probes that had been inserted into Kelly
Reynolds's body began to retract until she was completely free of the
machinery.
She slid down the side of the now quiescent alien device to the floor of the
cavern.
Her eyes were crusted shut, her limbs atrophied. Her chest barely rose as she
took a labored breath. Her mouth was open, parched, the tongue shriveled.

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And in her mind she rejoiced, as she was completely free of the guardian.

VICINITY MIDWAY ISLAND


Captain Lockhart staggered, fell to her knees, and screamed in agony as
millions
of microscopic metal creatures exited her body via every orifice. She threw
up,

her eyes teared. It was excruciating but mercifully quick. Within a minute
she
shook her head, slowly got to her feet, and looked about.
She was on the bridge of the Arizona and free of the alien control. Her hand
snaked forward and she picked up the radio mike, recalling the strike force.

MOUNT ARARAT


The Kortad sprinted down the main center corridor of the mothership toward
the
front. Three turned at a corridor, heading to the right, the other continuing

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forward. They entered the main control room for the ship. One of them
unfastened
a panel, slid the point of a spear inside, and severed a line, effectively
disconnecting the Talons that were docked around the front end of the craft
from
the Master Guardian's control. Another was at the master communications
console,
tapping on the various hexagons, powering up the short-range transmitter. The
Kortad sent a message to Artad, informing him of the failure to seize the
Master
Guardian and requesting further instructions.

QIAN-LING


Artad watched the glow fade from his guardian. Either Aspasia's Shadow had
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someone else_either way, whoever it was, they had shut him down. He paused as
a
message from the Kortad he had sent to Ararat played across the console in
front
of him and gave him the answer: The humans had succeeded where both he and
Aspasia's Shadow had failed. They were in the Master Guardian chamber aboard
the
mother-ship. Artad knew he had lost the race, the Master Guardian, and the
mothership. And the alliances he had made, the power he wielded on Earth,
were
gone with the loss of his guardian.
Commendable on the part of the humans but shortsighted, he mused.
He entered commands on the console, then turned away from it and the guardian
for the last time.
"Come," he indicated to his chief Kortad. "We have only one option now."
The Kortad had not been idle. Chi Yu awaited on the floor of the main chamber
along with three exact copies, built from parts that had been stored in
several
of the many containers in the main cavern. Artad pointed and his troops
boarded
the craft. He was the last to enter one of the craft, moving forward to the
cockpit.

CYDONIA


The Mars guardian had been shut down, which brought the massive mech-robot
army
to a screeching halt.
So close. So close. The dish was completed. Two of the three massive towers
equidistant around the dish were done, the third just about done.
Inside the alien base the surviving Airlia looked at the displays showing the
work that had been accomplished. They knew how much was left to be done. And
they knew

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there was only one way it would be accomplished without the guardian. By
hand.

VICINITY MIDWAY ISLAND


"Sailors, you have done a commendable job." Admiral Kenzie's voice echoed
over
the ocean. "It is better that these ships_and us along with them_go to the
bottom, rather than become part of the Alien Fleet. I therefore now order all
captains to_"
"Sir!"
Kenzie paused and turned toward his communications officer. He released the
key
for the mike. "What?"
"We're receiving an incoming message from the Alien Fleet."
"What ship?"
'The Arizona, sir."
'The Arizona? Put it on the box."
A woman's voice came out of the speaker. "Admiral Kenzie. This is Captain
Lockhart. We're free, sir. Free of the virus. We control the fleet."
Kenzie slumped back in his command chair. Then he keyed the mike. "Captain
Lockhart. Change your heading. Straight for Easter Island. We will rendezvous
with you off the coast. Rank speed."



GULF OF MEXICO


Under Garlin's command, the Ark of the Covenant was penetrating further and
further into Lisa Duncan's suppressed and hidden memories. It would just be a
matter of time before the information was uncovered.
Lying on the table, Duncan twisted and moaned as her

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mind was invaded. Her conditioning and her subconscious fought to keep the
barrier in place, but there was a small part of her mind that also wanted to
know her own truth, because it knew that revealing that truth would reveal
all.

MOUNT EVEREST


Mike Turcotte was seated with his back against the mountain, surrounded by
bodies, frozen blood, and the sheath for the sword still held in ice at the
bottom. In his hands_ Excalibur. He stared at the alien blade, the setting
sun
glinting off the metal.
He was completely drained of energy. It took so much effort simply to breathe
that he couldn't conceive of getting to his feet. He knew the cylinder in his
pack had to be low on oxygen. And the effect of the pills and blood packing
was
declining. There was only one thing he wanted to know before the cold and
altitude took him.
He reached into his parka and pulled open a Velcro pocket. The buttons on his
SATPhone looked incredibly small and far away as he cradled it in his gloved
hands. He was aware enough to know that if he took off his gloves his fingers

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would freeze almost instantly. He lightly pressed the tip of the sword on one

button, accessing his call list, then again to pick who he wanted. He slid
the
phone inside his hood, against his ear, pulling his mask away so he could
speak.
It was answered immediately. "Major Quinn."
"Did we do it?" Turcotte asked.
"Mike! Are you all right?"
"Did we do it?"
"Yes. We did it. Yakov shut down the guardians. He had control of the Master
Guardian. The shields are down. The

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nanovirus is dying off. Artad and Aspasia's Shadow are powerless."
Quinn's voice sounded very far away. Turcotte frowned as he tried to
understand
through the fog of exhaustion. "We won?"
"We won, Mike."
"Good," Turcotte muttered. "That's good."
"Mike?" Quinn's voice took on an edge. "Where are you? Are you all right? Are
you on your way back?"
"Duncan?" Turcotte whispered.
"No sign, but I'm still checking."
"But we won?" Turcotte asked once more as if not believing what he was
hearing.
"Yes, sir."
"Finally." The phone slid from Turcotte's hand onto his lap next to
Excalibur.
Quinn's voice was very far away now, fading out. "Mike? Are you all right?
Can
you make it back?"
"I don't think so," Turcotte whispered as he closed his eyes and slid
sideways,
resting partly on Merlin's frozen body. "But at least we won."

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